Monday, November 21, 2011

Ya' Snooze, Ya' Lose

Day 18: Write an "It's Too Late" poem. This one is for my kids. I love you, but you better get out of bed on time! :)

Ya' Snooze, Ya' Lose

He wakes up and shuffles to the kitchen
Pajama bottoms, shirtless, eyes half closed.
He yawns and scratches his shoulder, opens
The fridge. He looks up, "What's for breakfast mom?"
I smile and put the last of the dishes
Into the dishwasher and wipe my hands
"Well," I respond, "there was bacon and eggs,
But that was two hours ago and now...
Sorry, but all that's left is cereal.
It's like I always say: Ya snooze, ya' lose."

Caren E. Salas


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