Brain Freeze

Brain Freeze


Ice cream brain freeze
is simple. A moment
and it will pass.

Nursery rhyme overload:
countess earworms tangling.
Christmas lights are
a breeze!

Try to keep a coherent thought--
zip, bip, bop and it is winging--
lost in singing dinosaurs
fracturing classical music.
lost in old school songs
whose words have changed:
old and new fight a losing battle
with sanity.

Great for three-year-old
minds and bodies. He sings
and shimmies, dances and hops.
Touches head, shoulders, knees, and toes.
Knows the alphabet, and what
all the ants and elephants know.
But 'Twinkle, twinkle little shark?'
Trucks dumping to Can-Can?.
Does not compute.
My head hurts, reverberates.

TV off. He makes a beeline
for computers, Kindles, phones.
Doesn't want to be read to--
guess because nothing bounces around,
dances, sings. *envisions teachers
of a few years down the line*
Battle pay, hazard pay.
Whatever it is--it won't be enough.

Feeling old.
Am, although I didn't
know it until three days ago.
Perhaps come Monday
when Mommy retrieves him,
I'll de-age ... by Wednesday.