The Waking of the Beasts
a sneeze, a snore
a whimper, a kick
dawn fills the room with muted light
she readies her heart to begin the fight
the children awake, and now its too late
for private reflections and poems to rate
its cheerios time and let's find the socks
she plasters on smiles, but the hugs mean alot
moronic monotonies blare from the TV
the life of an artist with 2 children
plus three
a whimper, a kick
dawn fills the room with muted light
she readies her heart to begin the fight
the children awake, and now its too late
for private reflections and poems to rate
its cheerios time and let's find the socks
she plasters on smiles, but the hugs mean alot
moronic monotonies blare from the TV
the life of an artist with 2 children
plus three
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