After the living room shake-up
the pleading fight
to watch
“just one more show.”
The brushing of the teeth
lasted less than I care for
gummies and two Batman phonics readers
the long I and U
sounding suspiciously
like a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
Say it with me now.
After the bedroom shake-up
the pleading fight
to read
“just one more story.”
The gnashing of the teeth
lasted longer than I care for.
After the noodle song
which was first composed
from the front seat
during the witching hour
(expertly timed to the latest breakdown)
a tune, incorporating
long vowels of its own,
yet never mentions noodles.
Say it with me now.
Nah, we’ll not go into that nonsense.
Then come the prayers,
say them with me now:
We pray for Harrison
We pray for Mommy
We pray for Daddy
And we pray for baby Ida Mae
We pray for all of Harrison’s friends
all of Mommy and Daddy’s friends
and all of Ida Mae’s friends
We pray for Grammy and Bop-Bob’s house
Poppy and Julie’s house
Gumpy and NiNi’s house
And we pray for our house at North Hall
Last comes the freestyles:
Heavenly Father, thank You for this day.
We especially pray for Mommy
for NiNi…
…and Gumpy.
Yes, Harrison, Gumpy, too.
…and the 3Ds
…and George
…and GiGi.