When days stretch longer and the breeze blows warm,
Three boys’ adventures glow, brilliant and bright.
But evening time can bring with it a storm -
My once sweet children waning with the light.
Deep frowns smear mouths that smiled moments before,
Laughs spiral into bitter-tasting whine,
Harsh words are strewn like clothes over the floor -
What’s worse is that plenty of them are mine.
Then you walk in the door with smile so wide,
Sweet joy leaps, spinning sunlight in my chest,
Lost patience finds its way back to my side,
Soft calm falls down like snow on all the rest.
My weatherman has saved me from this hail,
And rescued three boys from their Mother’s Gale.