I know the kid is home for summer. <br />I don’t want to load her down, so much where life becomes a bummer. <br />I just need to relax. <br />And forget about the chores that fall through the cracks. <br />I know sometimes I get irritable. <br />I’ve tried to be charitable. <br />But it’s the small things that get on my nerves. <br />She gets into the home reserves. <br />And gets the peanut butter out, <br />Leaves it on the counter, with the lid off, I just want to shout. <br />And gets into the honey, and leaves the lid off, I just want to shout. <br />Not to mention the sticky stuff all over the counter. <br />I have to be quiet or we’ll have an encounter. <br />I’m not sure what to say. <br />It seems when I do, I just ruin her day. <br />It’s just the way she was taught. <br />It’s just an imperfection that I caught. <br />I know she’s not perfect. <br />I just want her to show respect. <br />And wash the dishes right. <br />So, I don’t get up tight. <br />I don’t want her to clean where everything is out of sight. <br />Out of mind, <br />The summer days rewind.<br /><br />Patricia Kelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-days-rewind/
