Thank God it’s September! Back they go
to give some other adult headaches, ending
days of lolling in pyjamas, saying ‘no’
to each request to put on clothes, and spending
all their energy on electronic games
and on fighting to possess remote controls.
The tears and tantrums follow; each one blames
the other. Mother referees and scolds.
It’s time to separate them. Yes, it’s best
they’re back in school, and now I have a chance
to catch my breath, to tidy up the mess
as off they run without a backward glance.
The satisfaction of a job well done
can never fill the void of children gone.
First published in Reach