​When I am left alone at home,

With a sitter texting on a phone, 

My heart leaps up and fills with glee, 

Because she’ll hardly notice me.

I turn on my iPad and start to play, 

Games that change mom’s hair to grey.

I play until my avatar wins,

And the bad guy takes it on the chin.

My sitter is focused on her phone. 

It feels as if I’m home alone. 

She reads a text and looks upset.

Her face breaks out with beads of sweat.

Oh dear, Bill won’t come over here tonight.

He’s still unhappy over our last fight.

I’ll text him your parents left a strawberry pie,

And he can eat a big piece if he comes by.

I can’t wait to tell Bill I’m in the mood,

To have him wipe out that Ninja dude.

He and I have so much fun,

Before I know it, our time is done.

A text signals a message with my parent's tune.

Their text says they’ll be home real soon.

I race upstairs and jump in bed,

And pull up the covers over my head.

I close my eyes and count those sheep,

And hope that I will fall asleep,

before my parents open my door,

 To listen for my sleep-time snore.

In the morning mother inquired,

"Did you bathe before you retired"?

Yes, the sitter had me take a bath,

And afterwards we worked on math.

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