A TYPICAL MORNING
'Morning boys it's time to get up'
I hear their groans, as I fill their cups
'Your drinks are ready so come on down'
Christopher appears in his dressing gown
'Okay, where's your brother?' Is what I said
'He's under the covers, asleep in his bed'
I ran upstairs to wake up Jack
He was feigning sleep, and lying on his back
'Come on Jack don't be a fake
You'll be late for school, for heavens sake'
He opens his eyes and gives me a smile
I knew this was going to take a while
Back down stairs I roll my eyes
Because what came was no surprise
Christopher's laid out and clutching his tummy
Please believe me it's really not funny
Once a week he takes this turn
Mostly on a Monday, I've come to learn
'Come on Christopher, I'm no fool
Get up off there, get ready for school'
Jack walks in, his eyes all bleary
By then I'm agitated and somewhat weary
Silently, I count to ten really steady
And miracle of miracles they start to get ready
Dishes are washed and put away
I organise bags they need for the day
I give them the things they need to take
While Christopher hangs on to his phantom ache
Getting in the car has got to be the worst
As they always argue who will climb in first
Schooling is brilliant; it's my belief
As I take them inside and sigh with relief ..Mandy Gray