T’was the night before middle school and all thru the shack
Not a person was stirring ‘cept for mom gone all whack.
The backpacks were weighted, and all primed to go
In hopes they’d be loaded with lunches just so.
The kids were akimbo, all tousled in bed
As visions of terror unleashed in their heads.
As Papa in pj’s spotted my panic
while wobbling there on the threshhold of manic.
While searching the web, an idea she sought
And found one, behold, oh wow, what a thought!
just let her be, and surely somehow
she’ll work it all out, so sleep well for now.