As Day Is Swallowed Up By Night
Hear a mother shout a loud
"It's past 9! Go to sleep!"
The shrill of laughter stopped
Hear the children scrambled to bed
Fearful of the cane to follow
Mummy's patience not one to test

Sometimes when I look at the way my children behave, I do wonder if I am the same when I was a kid. A check with my mother sometimes give me the answer but it is a feat if she is able to as she has six children's events to recall. So, I can't blame her if she has forgotten how it was with me.

So, I will try to put in writing how my children behave when they were children. The first 3 lines of the above poetry is a daily routine during school days. Last four lines are just my wishful thinking. It is very difficult to get the children to sleep early. They will soon be down looking for supper even though I have declared that my kitchen is closed.

And talk about the phrase (that inspired this writing), "As Day Is Swallowed Up By Night"; that is expressive writing, children. You can pick up some writing skills from Stacy Tartar Esch, Adjunct English Instructor of West Chester University.