She is singing, he is roaring
in the confines of our house.
Rocking Daddy like a boat
hardly able to float
Across the lava pit.
Warrier and Princess
Rock Star and Engineer
With guitar and drum
And foot stomps in gear
The dance troupe arrives.
Heft the day
the children are at play
and work doesn't come easy
by light.
Forget about the carrots and broccoli
there is dessert in freezer and sugar
hidden in drawers,
Stashed like a pirate
and between clothes.
There needs to be some further swashbuckling
before it's time for bed
and let us not forget,
not without stories to fill their heads.
Prayers and lullabies
of foreign songs with
words to hang in
their minds
Retained for
the next lifetime.
© 05 Apr 2010 Sonja J. Johnston
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