I hear loud and clear. I’m not coming out.
If I hear, ‘Mommy, why?” I may lose my mind.
Let me have silence. I’ve got to unwind!
No noses to wipe.
No picking up toys.
No bottoms to clean.
No deafening noise.
I’m not fixing snacks. Broke up my last fight.
Go fend for yourselves. I’m gone for the night.
Crying and whining will not work today.
I’m staying cocooned in my hideaway.
Go get your Dad.
It’s his turn, I say
To soothe bumps and scrapes,
Shoo bad dreams away.
When I close my eyes I dream of a place –
Candles and music, chocolate and lace.
With my eyes open, I can’t help but see
Stains and the mess of my reality.
Is that a dark ring around the bathtub?
I long for a place I don’t have to scrub.
Ten minutes to pray is all that I ask
I’ll be “Mom” again – my favorite task!
By Donna J. Shepherd
– Author of “No More Gunk! & OUCH! Sunburn!” - in Bookstores Now
http://www.donnajshepherd.com
Very sweet, Donna. Even though my two little guys are grown and gone, I must confess that I still love my bath tub retreat.
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www.cynthiareeg.com
Ah yes, I remember it well. My kids are also grown but this brings back memories. Nice poem, Donna.
ReplyDeleteShari Lyle-Soffe
I was updating the links on my blog and found your comments. Thanks, you two! It does certainly bring back memories. Happy Mother's Day.
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day! How I remember those days!
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