Mixing formula,
parenting seemed like science.
Turns out, it’s an art.

Wheeling their stroller
into a dim restaurant:
Dinner à la carte.

A busy toddler,
fist gripping a warm cheese stick
he forgot is there.

Eating pink goldfish
because no one believes me.
“They taste just like green!”

A turkey sandwich,
an apple, treat, and a drink.
He’ll probably trade.

Teen chef repertoire:
Eggs, grilled cheese, macaroni,
toaster anything.

Son, pick out some chips.
Not “Blasted,” “Flamin’,” or “Jacked.”
I have my standards.

It’s hard to swallow
when kids eat twice your serving
and in half the time.

Dining out with Grands.
We knew the tables had turned
when they let us pay.

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About the Author

Peyton Price

Peyton Price is the author of Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches From Behind The Picket Fence. She lives in suburbia (of course) with her long-commuting husband (of course) and two above-average children (of course). .

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