what now?

lately, i find

children

hard to be around.

from one

to the age of thirty

and beyond,

stuck somewhere

between an adult

and child.

so messy.

crumb laden,

loud.

the spills,

the selfishness,

the ups and downs.

each day

a new drama.

you wake up and

ask

as the phone rings,

the knock at the door,

the crash,

the tears,

what now.