Back To School
Oh But I Miss This (Already)
Up early at six. Unlock the door
put the milk bottles out in the frost
hot-bottomed from the (green) dish wash,
melting perfect circles into the grass.
Shout at the the children (a little bit)
for spilling milk on the (freshly mopped) floor,
brew tea-for-one in the spotty mug
waft the steam towards an orchid,
hope it might simulate the tropics.
Examine the plated bud for a minute
now make them their toast. Honey or jam?
Both, they cry. Wipe their clown mouths,
turn on CBeebies (just for a bit),
pick up the end of Thought for the Day.
Dip their crusts in (softened) butter.
Don't bother to sit down.