Oh, the Joys of being home again

Good Morning, dear birds

Good Morning, dear house

Good Morning, dear children

Your Mama is not a bartender anymore, your Mama goes to bed at pm instead of am now

Your Mama washes the dishes and cooks the dinner, too

Your Mama isnt confused, distracted, exhausted, on edge

It is 7 in the morning and she is awake before you are, even the baby sleeps in now it seems

The floors are all swept

The kitchen is gleaming

Pancakes are coming, and laundry is clean

When you tumble out of your beds, you will look into her bed,

but Mama's not in there,

she's ready and waiting

With pancakes and pencils

and cheerful CD's

Your feet won't be covered

in crusty old food crumbs

Your schoolwork's not crumpled or missing or "lost"

Come to the table

Right by the big window

Come look at the tree buds

and eat up your breakfast

and clean up the dishes

We're back to what's good.