Oh no it can't be true
can't be that time already
where has the afternoon gone?
how will I ever get ready?
I mustn't be late in the playground
Mustn't be last mum picking up
But how am I going to get there
When I haven't finished my cup
You see I need to finish this cuppa
of tea that gives me the strength
to make it through the evening
as it extends for hours in length
At last I can see the bottom
I could read the leaves if I try
Now I have to run up that hill
If only I could fly
This poem was written as part of 100 word challenge for grown ups at Julia's Place with the prompt
…it can’t be that time….