Following up yesterday's prompt, today we write a four line poem about: defeat.
We learned today that our helper won't be arriving tomorrow after all. She was supposed to be catching a ride with her aunt and uncle but they were delayed at the last minute until the 27th. But instead of waiting until then, she's catching the overnight bus from Calgary tomorrow night, meaning she'll be arriving in Osoyoos on Monday afternoon.
I hope she's a better bus sleeper than I am.
Mom and Dad are fighting,
About who or what or when;
Doesn't matter who wins,
We'll be the losers again.