My child stares into the pantry
Then turns to me, with a pout
“Hey Mum, look at the (fill in the blanks)
It has pretty much run out”.
“Now what am I going to eat?
Why haven’t you bought more?
I thought you’d have picked some up
You’re forever at the grocery store.”
Hungry child, please have a seat
And listen closely to my story
In my head, there’s no magic list
No household invent-ory.
I really can’t keep track of
Everything that’s running low
So if you don’t communicate
Then how am I to know?
Better yet, you’ve got two legs
The store’s close – you know the way
So you can go get things yourself
(And, yes, I’ll be happy to pay).
Dear child, when things next run out
I won’t be blamed any more
Pretty soon you may find
You’re forever at the grocery store! 😉
You’re forever at the grocery store! 😉
Kathy Szaters 