The Chaos of Return

We're all back.
The whole family.
Together again.
Bang and crash,
Bodies and belongings,
In through the back door.

Sunburn, bee sting
And dirty washing.
Tired and overexcited.
Running inside
Squeals and screams
Too many requests

"Can I .....?"
"Could I.....?"
"Could you....?"
"Not right now, we aren't even in the door."
"I've got to make dinner."
"You've got all day tomorrow."

Then, as one by one,
The chaos of childhood retires
 I take a moment at the kitchen table.
The dinner dishes.

Yes, I've got all day,
Tomorrow.