Why am always the last to be picked up?
Here I am with my Thundercat folder
waiting for that big blue dodge pick up.
Tardiness has always plagued my family
whether it was weddings or meeting
or even the year long task of building a fort in a tree.
I had made it my goal 7
to be on time for everything
otherwise take me then and there heaven.
Oh look my ride finally shows an hour late
my dad uses his English accent:
“oh sorry bout that mate”
I give him the mean eye to show I mean business
but he keeps on grinning
and I thought he couldn't care less.
For some reason we rode to the hospital
it was white and big
and really overrun by sick people.
Through a door we went and there lay Mom
she was holding something and to my dad she said
“This little guy is strong”
I stepped over to go greet her
something squirmed from her hands
and thats how I came to meet my new baby brother.
