Once again complaining

You take little sister to school.

I wonder if it is Norwood Elementary,

as you navigate our back lane day after day.

The focus of your discontent is wearing a pink, furry hat

and pink mittens as she skips ahead of you

You’re still muttering at the world at large,

When suddenly a vehicle comes out of the side lane

Without thinking, you grab little sister, and hold her close,

as the car speeds past.

Released, she runs off giggling.

Almost caught caring

I hear you yell at her “not to cross the fricking intersection without you!”

Eyes intent on the traffic,

You take her hand and cross  the street.