(a poem for the sleepless night before the first day of Kindergarten)
the gentle rain should be a comfort
a lovely white noise to lull him to sleep
but the roofer can hear only interrogators
searching for a defect in his work
a misplaced nail, a faulty flashing
a vent miscut, a soft spot revealed
millions of assassins
all searching for what he has missed
to destroy the precious dwelling beneath
the noise a cacophony of critique
an inquiry, an inquisition
insistent drops of accusation
keeping him awake
while his children sleep in bliss
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*snaps*
Good luck today! (To you guys, that is; Ella’s gonna thrive and doesn’t need my luck.).
Feel ya.