Her voice exploded
Hiding from feelings unknown
Time to go to school
A makeshift fort hides
Her weeping figure peeks out
T’was only a pen
Hugs to go around
Morning joy to the music
Time passes too fast
The forehead aches warm
Their voices ceaseless protest
The coffee gets cold
Share your weekday morning madness in haiku?
-Tired Midwest Parents
tired midwest parents 
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