Monday, March 02, 2009


No raving against the pull of the warm bed covers.
No racing to assemble lunches.
No rants about brushing hair and teeth.
No reminders about packing up homework, school and library books.
No rivers of tears over lost boots, and missing gloves.
No resentment over the last Honey Nut Cheerio.
No running for the bus.
No rage, period.

Just snow and quiet.