Removing Drama

A poem in the making

My morning not going well stresses on the take

Children pressing harder boundaries at stake

When will the wheel stop spinning on the door

A nod of the head and bent knees on the floor

 

The mood of the day grows black, novelize foreworn

Our beloved dog Dylan loses his spots Dalmatian torn

But the hour grows long, more worries I tend to store

Watching the clock tick tock a glass of wine to pour

 

Remembering a still small voice rushes in with the wind

And I take a deep sigh pressure cooker to rescind

My children smile sweetly removing drama for the day

And I sit free of worry this minute for tomorrow is at bay.