like bumper cars on this given day
mentally checking off my list
making sure there's nothing missed
the store is crazy on this day
last minute shoppers in a craze
buying gifts for those forgot
I'm still happy that they shop
heading home, I'm running late
dinner will have to be at eight
just remembered I forgot dessert
pudding pops will have to work
when at last we bow or heads
thanking God for daily bread
there's no place that I'd rather be
than a holiday with family

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.