A View From My Point

My darling children, from when you wake up

I take a sip from my steaming cup

Countdown begins to and Hour that will come

the seconds beat within my heart like a drum

the time of the day that I’ve learnt to dread

it makes the blood thunder in my head

Arsenic Hour

No one has power

A time for all Seasons

this Insanity has no reasons

From playing well together at around 3 pm

the crescendo is slow and it builds like REM

it doesn’t start with any particular note

perhaps it’s from one swirling dust mote

“It’s MINE!’ is the most oft repeated refrain

and I’m sure we’ll hear it again

and then it swiftly escalates to a blow

the thump on flesh where a bruise will show

whether you’re knocking each other with soft toys

or fighting about which one belongs to the boys

It’s upon us, this new Hour, we’ve reached Destination

(one that didn’t exist in my previous incarnation)

Through all your screaming and your tears

I’ve realized one of life’s greatest fears:

There is no one else I would pay

to see you this way.

The thin veneer of human I’ve managed to paste

over the crazy animal you are, is not a waste

as Time marches on I know you will learn

the voice that I use can be described as ‘stern’

and your little bums will be on fire

I am a Wooden Spoon for hire

Yes! That’s the anecdote to your poison

‘an eye for an eye’ we can all get our noise on!

My name is Mommy, hear me roar!

Feel my wrath! It’s gonna be sore!

Tuck you in, I will, like a robot be

I want to love you again tomorrow, don’t make me count to three.

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Comments on: "A Silly Poem For Arsenic Hour" (4)

  1. Oh, maaaaan. You got it. “My name is Mommy, hear me roar!” Makes me laugh-cry.

    • GITH – It’s A. Hour here NOW! And look at me responding!! I better go – the big one is calling the little one a Stupid Bullfrog and the Little one is saying that he’s not a Stupid Bullfrog – he’s Stuart Little *sigh

      As ever, my gratitude for your comment and the way YOU put it ‘laugh-cry’ – there is simply no other way to express it.

  2. Makes me not miss those days at all, Mel! hehe

    • Hi MJ! I hope to write a Silly Poem in 20 years or so that will reflect not missing these days too!

      I hope that I can be as motivated by the absence of Arsenic Hour 😉

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