School Run

School Run II

Gridlock this morning
Bin lorries too
White van drivers
Turning the air blue
Navigating back roads
Chugging along
Calming my heart-rate
To avoid a prang
Stayed the course
At five miles an hour
My genetic packages delivered
Time for work now.

Children, Life, Poetry, Truisms

School run
Is no fun
Crying child
Try to be mild
In the car
Getting later
So many people
Do nothing to cater
Me first
You wait
Milling around at the gate
Daughter searching
For her pals
Sees them
Runs
Little wave
Safely done
Then my son
‘I don’t want to!’
Take a moment
Out he comes
In the playground
Climbing frame
Changes the game
A kiss on the run
From my bun
His smiling face
Saving grace
Hard slog
Right old flog
It gone done
Not much fun
Ho hum
Tomorrow is another one