I’m in the kitchen
I talk to my friend
As I drowned my if Nutella.
I wonder when Mother will get home.
Could it 2 hours
Will it be 20 minutes
Only time will tell,
But when she gets home  
I’ll give her “the look”
The look as if there’s something
Wrong in her head.
As I go off to bed I’ll think
Wondering if my mom was ok
Wondering if she was ok to drive home
Then I forget and rest my weary head.