The year began with brand new containers,
Lunch boxes shiny and new
Monogrammed, clean and filled to the brim
With cool, fun lunches made by YOU
You brainstormed, you slaved
You made them not-to-be-beaten
You cut foods into shapes, wrote notes of “Love You!”
And hoped that all would be eaten
Sandwiches of all sizes and flavors
Peanut butter, turkey and ham
Fruits, crackers, little treats
With each new week you made a plan
The year plugged onward
You were losing steam…
Hallelujah! It’s spring break week!
What a relief! It was a good lunchless dream
How to keep these lunches interesting?
Do you want to just buy one and give Mom a break?
“No! No!” the kiddies respond
*You growl. This is a job I hate*
Ugh, MORE weeks of lunches,
Here is a sandwich and yet another snack
Cheese crackers, pears, Horizon milks,
So tedious, I’m losing my knack
“Oh, I hate this!” I cry
Far worse than homework help and chauffeuring
It really shouldn’t be so bad
Of the whole year, it is what I am always fearing
188 lunches packed and eaten
Piled up they would form a huge mound
What started with grains, fruit and veggies
Has disintegrated to whatever’s lyin’ around
Here take a leftover, throw in a few grapes
There are no more cookies, Mom’s got to get to the store
No note today, we’re running late
How many more days of school? How many more?!
Hurray! Wa-hoo! The last day has arrived!
You can feel the summer’s heat
Vacation, vacation, in all of its bliss
The kids turn to you and ask…”What can we eat?”