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My Monster

My Monster

Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment I reach the dreaded site 
Littered  remnants of mugs and glasses 
Sprayed on the kitchen floor 
Having an afternoon nap is a crime indeed
The dining tablecloths are scrooped  down
And I curse my heavy eyelids for drugging me
I wake up to run and my shoes are not there
The good Lord save me! My kitchen cabins 
Are invaded, explored and ransacked
The bright packages are crushed and ripped
Salty and sweety snacks carpet the freshly scrubbed floor
I pads, mobile phones, remote controls vanish
I magically recover my drowning hopes
When their batteries are over
My heart beats louder than the speakers
Strumming the beats of nursery rhymes
Till tiny flakes start peeling off the quaky roof
The iridescent walls showcase
The world's finest art repertoire
Nothing short of  an international gallery of art
The monster is finally trapped on the garden swing
Smiling gleefully with an outstretched arm
All frowns erase when the two year old
Bob cut tomboy dramatically wails
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!

Contest: My Monster
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Constance La France

Date: 10/1/2015 3:11:00 PM

Balveen, this is delightful for the contest, 7, and thanks for visiting my poem, in response ....

Balveen Cheema
Date: 10/2/2015 6:03:00 AM

Wings, you are such a talented poet and it brings joy when you appreciate my work! Love

Paul Callus

Date: 9/30/2015 4:17:00 PM

What a sweet and lovely poem this is, Balveen!! I have had to deal with a similar 'monster', but yours appears to be more of a handful:) Being a g'father/g'mother is a delightful stage in life, even if at times it can wear us out! ~ All the best. // paul

Balveen Cheema
Date: 9/30/2015 5:25:00 PM

Surprisingly, despite all odds, I look forward to the arrival of my grand daughter! The house is bubbling with life. Paul thanks for appreciating it! Regards, Balveen