The Early Mornings of the Early Days of Parenthood

I've just discovered this poem from years ago.

Roaring.

 

Every morning

I balloon out of bed,

bank around the corners

into the other room

and rant.

 

 

Silence.

 

Rant bank balloon

morning

and

 

Roaring.

 

Every morning

I balloon out of bed,

bank around the corners

into the other room

and rant.

 

Silence.

 

Rant bank balloon

morning

and

 

 

for a smartish type,

I'm a slowish learner.