You are dealing quite well with mommy and daddy overestimating our stay this evening.
And now, the frantic wails of infancy are in their prime.
You're growing up so fast.
Yes, it's late.
Yes, you're hungry.
Yes, we'll be home soon.
Yet these words do not soothe
and the developmental stage
upon which you deliver
your tear-stained monologue
startles the unrehearsed understudies who've yet to memorize their lines.
Missing cues and freeway exits
as safety is disregarded
blocking with the binkie before the blinking
ghostlight waiting in the wings
reminds me to fasten my seatbelt.