Parental Superpowers: Restarting the Earth’s Rotation
I know that it’s my children’s fault
When the world comes to a screeching halt
At an untimely 3 A M.
They’re screaming wakes the unconscious head
So I go to find them in their bed
Missing the most important thing for them.
Their stuffed dog’s missing, or their baby doll,
Or their blankets folded wrongly so the bawl
About anything until I say
Don’t worry it’ll be okay
And replace that most important thing
With the assurance that I bring.
I breathe-in moments like this for what their worth
Then close the door, having restarted the earth.