"will I ever be done?" out I cry.
Five pm Pinterest recipe up I look,
ingredients gathered ready to cook.
Table set, kids come in,
bedtime routines soon to begin.
Sun still bright, up it stays,
making for longer days.
Seven pm shower time,
wash off dirt and the grime.
Teeth clean, pajamas on,
books read, then a yawn.
Sunset peaking through closed blinds,
time to rest their busy minds.
Eight pm in beds they lay,
kisses, hugs, goodnights we say.
All tucked in, ready to sleep,
to dreamland gradually they creep.
Sun setting, beautiful views,
a collection of warm colorful hues.
Ten pm one more Netflix show,
up the stairs, to bed I must go.
Sun is down, disappear,
kids asleep, some snoring I hear.
Another busy day all around,
from Son up to Sun down.
Check out these other poems about the Sun:
Baking in a Tornado
The Bergham Chronicles
Spatulas on Parage
Cluttered Genius
Check out these other poems about the Sun:
Baking in a Tornado
The Bergham Chronicles
Spatulas on Parage
Cluttered Genius
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