Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
Shipments always come, once the driveway has been cleared.
These two events work hand in hand.
(So synchronized, it's weird)
With my shovel, back and forth, I push snow from the drive;
For the parcel to arrive.
Once the snow has all been cleared, I hang my coat and hat;
Gloves lay on the dryer,
And boots, set on the mat.
While I'm seated comfortably with cocoa in my hand,
The plow delivers crystal gifts;
This ALWAYS works as planned.