KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Weekend Morns
The light peeps through a crack in the curtain
Soft grey to bight sunlight
The birds increase in pace and chorus
The traffic gently builds
A weekend morning, restful peaceful
Reading novels in my bed
And then comes the sound of padding feet
And an extra lump on the bed.
“Can I”
“No go read a book”
“But I don’t want too”
A minutes respite
Then yet again
Another variation.
The morning of such restfulness
Is now more energetic
As to distract a teched out child
Tackles and tickles do evolve
And before you know it
Another joins in
Family time has begun.
Interventions
