School

I groggily wake up

and my Dad helps me

Prepare breakfast to eat up

with sugar- I am free!

I hurriedly eat and brush

then throw on a dress.

My Mom shifts into the daily rush

while over homework I try not to stress.

Grateful for my parents' help,

I bounce into school,

And hope my brain isn't full of kelp

but with the owls of Ga'Hoole,

Monday starts a spring.

I dive into the snare

Uncertain at what the week may bring;

but sometimes I'm too tired to care.

My due dates are closer than they appear

as I fight off projects and homework.

One day they are far and now they are near

and from its deadline I can't dare to shirk.

I don't really procrastinate, you see;

I write them all down and plan them all out

but soon a soldier becomes an army

and my grin almost slips into a pout.

When I turn homework in, my burden lifts

and I inhale the sweet calm of repose.

But then suddenly my peaceful mood shifts

As I thaw out a brain almost froze.

For a new army of homework is here;

and I must either work or die of fear.

Today I am writing

in a summer wonderland.

Writing my project

with sweet adieu.

All the while my eraser crumbles

Like petals of roses; through petals don’t erase;

rather, they smear blotches of color

that stay there but can be swept away.

Permanent but not

They are like my thoughts

which settle, then fly.

My thoughts blow around

Instead of flowing

Or are they streaming?

The only thing I now know

is today I am writing

and that God is supervising

our random work.