Sanity Eve
‘Twas the night before Sanity, and all through the house
not a person was stirring, not even my spouse.
School uniforms were lost in the house without care
the Teens’ thoughts of tomorrow too painful to bare.
The Teenagers were grudgingly prone in their beds
while visions of homework invaded their heads
And hub in his boxers and I with my wine
had just settled in and were feeling just fine.
When down in the kitchen there came such commotion
The mom in me bolted with a single swift motion.
On down the stairs I flew in a blaze
Then stopped - half-asleep, still in a daze.
The bulb on the stove shed just enough light
to illuminate the setting now clearly in sight.
When what to my misty eyes did appear
but two toddlers in pjs, grins ear to ear.
With tippy cups of oj and blankies in hand
they whispered and giggled, then away they both ran.
But sure like the sunrise the bickering appeared
and they shouted and whined, they taunted, they jeered:
“No, Hannah! Thomas Tank Engine!
Me first! It’s mine!”
“No, Cabe! Want Barney!”
More shouts, oh God, more whine.
Then almost as quickly as the bickering commenced
the chaos subsided, their voices less tense.
As I peered ‘round the corner to take just a peek
They were cuddled and quiet, peaceful and meek.
The alarm broke the silence, the coffee is on
The noise in the kitchen soon will be gone.
Sanity, while elusive, can wait with its start
Damn thought of tomorrow takes a piece of my heart.