Saturday Morning

Still dark
big hand is on 10
little hand
between 6 and 7

no one else is up
not even Mom and Dad

Down the hall
jump over the 
squeaky spot
open the door

It creaks!

Run downstairs
                 the last two

Flip on TV
and flop down

Footsteps in the hall
but I got the beanbag 

This week’s Revisited is a poem from 1992. My two little boys were playing in a friend’s basement with her three boys, and they had all gone upstairs for something. A few seconds later there was the stampede of little feet coming back down. It reminded me of running downstairs to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings when I was a kid.