Dare I say Happy Labor Day? A holiday Lazy day Bar-B-Que day Sit in the shade and sip lemonade day Ah, I think I shall Take the day off today I dare not fantasize of time to relax and let go I dare not daydream of free feelings, free time I dare not close my eyes for even a minute I dare not relax my vigilance for even a second My labor My job Has no day off No lunch hour No break time I am a mother of a child with FASD But I shall try to Have a Nice Day Anyway I shall try to Minimize the fuss Lower the din Ward off the chaos Who am I kidding To believe that I Mother of this precious child I love Could possibly tame The Terror That holds my child captive That rules his life and mine That gives me no rest No peace of mind That Terror with the fancy new name Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder Where is my child's rainbow in this Spectrum While trouble rains And Terror reigns My Labor Day pains For his injured brain So hard to explain His behavior again (Sigh!) Dare I say Happy Labor Day?