One of these days you'll explode
and shout to all the kids,
"Why don't you just grow up
and act your age!"
And they will...
Or, "You guys get outside
and find something to do --
without hurting each other
And don't slam the door!"
And they don't.
You'll straighten their
bedrooms
until it's all neat and tidy,
toys displayed on the shelf,
hangers in the closet,
animals caged.
You'll yell,
"Now I want it to stay
this way!"
And it will...
You will prepare a perfect dinner
with a salad that hasn't
had
all the olives picked out
and
a cake with
no finger traces in the icing
and you'll say,
"Now this is a meal
for company."
And you will
eat it alone...
You'll yell,
"I want complete
privacy on the phone.
No screaming,
Do you hear me?"
And no one will answer.
No more plastic tablecloths stained
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet, knotted shoelaces,
muddy boots or
rubber bands
for ponytails.
Imagine....
a lipstick with a point,
no babysitters
for New Years Eve,
washing clothes only once a week,
no PTA meetings or silly school
plays
where your child is a tree,
no car pools,
blaring stereos or
forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents made
of library paste and toothpicks,
no wet oatmeal kisses,
no more tooth fairy,
no more giggles in the dark,
scraped knees to kiss
or sticky
fingers to clean
Only a voice asking,
"Why don't you grow up?"
And the silence echoes:
"I did"
Erma Bombeck