MORNING RUSH

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

It’s the first day of school,

After the holidays.

And I am late,

It isn’t great.

Pulling up my socks,

Toast in my hand,

I’ve woken up later than I’d planned.

Brushing my hair,

Revising for my test,

Thinking very hard cause’ I know it’s best.

Mum and dad are rushing, too.

Crunching apples,

And shouting, after you!

Running up the stairs,

Running down again.

It’s chaos, but nobody cares.

Now I’m starting to hate,

Trying to be fast,

Hoping it will be the last

Time I’m late.

I feel like I need to meditate!

(Emma Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 02/03/2019)