Flaring Tempers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flaring Tempers



Tempers flare angrily at children for being tired and
restless through no fault of their own.
Endless shopping trips, up and down every single aisle,
all types of products to catch the eyes of little ones,
yet parents can't afford much of it.
Wanting what they see, not being able to receive it,
kids become frustrated over it all.
Family closeness tested, tried, stretched to it's
maximum while in the store.
After checking out, walking into the hot sun, everyone
seems to calm down - exhausted.
On the ride home, children fall asleep and dream of all
the items they couldn't have when shopping.
Upon awakening, everything is back to normal and they
once again play make-believe and are contented with
what they have.

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