Destination Insanity

(In memory of my father )

By Ella Rue

Peering back and gazing through the myriad of colours

Crayola has exploded and melted down in my back set.

Every crevice, crack and cranny is filled with toys and tissues

and now the entire spectrum Ranging from burnt sienna to periwinkle.

(sighing audibly) "Please clean up as much of that as you can..."

(annoyance on the rise) "Stop poking at your sister, please."

(patience waning) "No... we cannot stop at McDonald's"

(spoken tersely) "Please just relax... play a game with each other."

(voice now raising an octave) "Are you serious?? Why didn't you go before we left home!?"

(forced calm) "Hands to yourself, remember?"

Miles ahead and miles behind, Cars are now at a full stop...

Smoke rising from both the broken down car that has halted traffic...

and aborted all movement, as well as from my temper.

Parked on the freeway; no freedom on the parkway...

No exit in sight... My sanity fleeting My thoughts wishing I could follow....

With measured calm and patience I try to keep my frustration in check...

Long car rides with children Drive me insane....

The only movement is my transitory mental health

"Are we there yet Daddy?"

(sigh) Yes... we're there.

"A little child shall lead them." ~ The Bible