Last Day of School
The last school bell has rung,
Backpacks all are hung,
Tennis shoes skitter
And crumpled papers litter
Hallways for the last day,
As kids run away
From work and tests,
Summer’s the best.
Tons of fun
Memories filled with joy
For every girl and every boy.
Not What I Expected
Putting sunscreen on
Topless girls isn’t the same
When you are a dad.
Summertime is Here
Summertime is here,
Happiness and cheer?
They’re already bored
And won’t do any chores,
And they are fighting all the time
Tattling on each other’s crimes
While my brain gets so fried
I scream at them to go outside.
Last five minutes and the whine,
“It’s hot outside,” they storm in cryin’
I give them water, have no pity,
“You’ve got grass, I grew up in the city,
You have a yard, I ran the streets.”
I yell as rain begins to fall in sheets.
Defeated tv is turned on,
One is singing a terrible song,
I send them both to their rooms,
The sound of silence. Impending doom?
I check on them, one is napping,
Two is with pretend friends, yapping,
It sounds like it’s been a bad day,
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Benjamin Shapiro graduated from Washington College with a BA in Philosophy. He is a transplant to Huntsville from Baltimore, MD. Ben is a stay at home dad to two lovely daughters. He currently has a collection of poetry entitled "Dance of the Entwined Branches" available on Amazon. He blogs over at The Other Ben Shapiro.