BTP by Alison
'Twas the day before our walk-through, when all through the house
Not an edge existed, where bleach or cleaner had not been doused;
The blankets were folded and placed on the couch with care,
In hopes that a signed home study soon would be there;
The baby was babbling and not sleeping in his bed;
While visions of worst-case scenarios ran in Mom’s head;
And Dad in his senses, knew it would be fine,
And reassured Mom with a glass of wine.
When down in the basement there arose such a clatter,
Dad sprang from his seat to see what was the matter.
On downstairs he flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and down the stairs he dashed.
Two boxes laid in the floor no longer in their row,
A quick pick up they were back in stow,
Cinco de Mayo in quarantine made this day different this year,
People are talking about Corona, and not the beer.
Target got us a Fire extinguisher, and other things from a long list,
Lot of hard work and elbow grease, makes them know they have this.
More rapid than eagles this date came,
And Mom has whistled, cursed, and Dad has shouted, just the same
"Now, vacuum! now, dust! Now scrub and shine!
On, Comet! bye, clothes piles! Move that to the bathroom that’s mine!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! No more clutter at all!"
One more look at the forms to file.
Yes, being overprepared is just their style.
Things will go just as planned.
They’ve done everything to take care of their little man.
The social worker will see all the proof.
The stress will disappear in a poof.
As you eat your tacos and drink those margaritas with all your might,
Chips and salsa get dipped, and enjoy every bite.
“Happy Cinco Mayo to all, and say a prayer for us tonight!”
Jason Squared's best girl. Jesus freak. Dog mom. Auntie. Screaming loud for STL Cards and Battle Hawks, Nashville Predators, Kentucky Wildcats. Dancing hard at concerts. Just a girl living out loud. On purpose.