I sit here again writing down
The thoughts from the day
That are wandering around
My mind is awake but my body is tired
Sometimes I wish that moms could be fired
I start out the day in a mass of confusion
Lord tell me I am dreaming
Its just an illusion
Breania is hungry
Jr stinky wet
Carissa is whining
Me nuts you bet
Thing get mellow for an hour or so
Then in comes Carissa
With blood on her toe
Jr starts screaming he wants to go out
Breania still riding her bike all about
Once again things are quiet
Will it stay that way
Knock knock its Joann
Can Breania play
No she needs to stay home for a while
Joann walks away with a sigh and a smile
Breania starts screaming and kicking her feet
Mom why can't I play
No wait till we eat
She wakes up Jr from his very short nap
Now all he wants is to sit on my lap
Oh boy its daddy he's home for the day
Now mom can hide
Its dads turn to play
So off up the stairs
With my vacume and broom
He'll think I'm cleaning
While I hide in my room
9 minutes have passed
And not a sound
12 and a half still no ones around
Knock on wood 15 is here
Still quiet as a mouse and its lonely up here
So down stairs I go Eager to be
With the ones that I love
And the ones who love me
- Author: Laurie christine ( Offline)
- Published: April 9th, 2017 15:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Written in 1988
- Category: Unclassified
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