Mommy's Mess
Mommy's Little Mess Makers
Dirty Diapers, laundry, gum in hair, messy rooms, dishes, ripped teddy bear…
The stresses of motherhood are never ending, from tying shoes to storytelling,
Every Mother is never alone, forget trying to read a book or sit or the throne.
Got grape juice on the rug and NO we can’t keep another pet bug!
Helping with homework and cleaning up finger paint,
Uh-oh the kids are being as quiet as a saint
What have they gotten into this time
The walls, carpet, and toys covered in grime
But ask any mother and they will always say
No matter the mess I wouldn’t have it any other way!!!
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AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sometimes I just need to scream into a pillow as loud as my vocal cords will stretch. AAAAAHHHHHH! I need to fill up my lungs so deep so the scream last for what sees like eternity. I need to close the blinds to my mind. Keep the light of thoughts from seeping into my brain. The compulsion to build a wall around me blocking out the world and everyone in it. I just like to squeeze my fingers around the neck of my problems and watch as the air slowly drains from them. Then once they die, I slowly open the blinds, step out into the world with a smile on my face and start another day.
By Elizabeth Cummings7 years ago in Poets
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