Bedtime
More popcorn and sugary drinks.
Quality cartoons and hide and seek.
An hour past their de facto bedtime.
Two hours past ours.
We ought to put them to bed
but what does “ought” mean
to three early tweens
when grandparents snip a string
on the balloon bouquet of rules
their parents gave them to hold?
We validate what they already know –
every seatbelt eventually unbuckles.
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Oh, I love the balloon bouquet of rules imagery, and the closing line is perfection.
Thank you so much!
Perfect ending, Mike. Wow.
And it’s always a pleasure to read you each June.
Thank you Bill. I’ve enjoyed your poems as well!
thanks for introducing me to the essence of grandparenthood and for the range of tones in your poems
Thank you Gaby. Grandparenting is a thing. Kids need both parents and grandparents
Mike
your poems are remarkable.
Humor and pathos
in equal measure. They are
a delight to read.
Jim
Thank you Jim. I’ve enjoyed your poems as well.
Love this! so cleverly worded! Enjoyed your poems and comments!
Enjoyed yours. Thanks Linda.
Wonderful, Mike. You end the month with a bang.
Really enjoyed your poems, Kevin
heehee, as it should be “An hour past their de facto bedtime.
Two hours past ours.”
When we were young, we wanted to stay up late as we could. Now it’s the opposite!