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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