My Work
I guess my workday begins
at 6:00am.
A hard little body plops on me
with a
"Get up Mommy" or
"Hi sweetie" or
"Mommy, get up, I'm hungry"
Another warm, smaller, body has climbed
in beside me
sometime in the night.
"Okay baby, don't wake your brother."
or, if I'm honest,
"Please, sweetie, let Mommy sleep a few minutes more,
and please don't wake your brother."
Get up, feed them, clothe them, watch them, love them
keep them safe.
Watch them create chaos where I am trying to create order.
Wonder what have I gotten myself into.
Laugh at their silliness.
Worry about them, soothe their wounds, love them.
Lose my temper, yell, cry, worry that I have scarred them for life.
Love them.
Bathe them, put them to bed. Try to create some order, fall further behind.
Wonder what in the hell I have gotten myself into.
Feel inept.
Feel scared.
Love them.
Try to sleep, always trying to listen for them.
My workday started almost six years ago, and will never end.
My work is to love them.
heidi
June 4, 2012
This is my first try at a dversepoets prompt. (dversepoets.com) I have been tweeting micropoems on Twitter in my absence from here (follow me @bigrthanlasagna) and discovered them there. However, I missed the deadline, of course, so I can't submit it to dverse. In a pure nod to Pollyanna, I am glad for the idea. Hope you like it and I hope that this helps get me back here. I miss my big lasagna!
Heidi, this is beautiful. Mine are 9 and 10 now, but this part remains:
ReplyDelete"Feel inept.
Feel scared.
Love them.
Try to sleep..."
I can SO relate. Hardest job in the world. The love you feel for yours is poured into every line. A job well done, indeed.
de
www.whimsygizmo.wordpress.com
Thank you De! I'm so happy that you liked it. I was reading your site earlier this morning and loved your poems. I think you've given me a smile for the rest of the day. Thank you for the kind comments.
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smiles...great to see you at dverse....saw your tweet and sent it out...it is good labor you know...i have two boys myself....and a parents work is never done....even when they get older, they will always need you...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian! I liked this prompt. I am looking forward to being exhausted the rest of my life, good thing kids are so stinking funny.
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hey we have OpenLinkNight today at 3 pm EST where you can drop in any poem...if you want bring this there and you will get more that wont see it on twitter...
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'll be there. heidi
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