Thunder
wakes me up.
I rub my eyes
and look at the clock.
Six Fifteen? I jump up!
Goddamn it! I overslept!
I hurry to wake up the kids
And say sorry as they too jump up.
“Who’s in the bathroom?” “Hurry, I need in!”
“Dad, what’s for Breakfast?” “Have you seen my socks?”
“Mom! Where is the new tube of toothpaste?”
Upstairs. Downstairs. Everyone runs.
Everyone except for one…
he lay oblivious
to all the chaos
Still fast asleep
while we run
around
late….
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved.
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