I believe creativity needs to be stoked in all areas of life. So today, rather than an article or story, I share with you three poems that I wrote about motherhood. I hope you enjoy!
Time to Go
20 minute countdown
You announce to all.
Not a flinch from the children
As you make your call.
“Did you hear me?” you say
To your daughter and son.
They nod and continue
To play and have fun.
The seconds tick by
And turn into minutes.
You announce “15 to go
You’d better get with it”.
You leave the room
to get yourself dressed
And upon returning you see
That the kids are a mess.
No shoes are on,
No jackets in sight,
Every toy on the floor
You’re ready to fight.
But you keep your calm
And say “We’ve got to go!”
And they fire back
“Why didn’t you tell us so?”
Well there goes your temper,
You lose your cool.
You’d think today
Was the first day of school.
“We do this daily”
You say with a tone.
So they know you mean business,
You put down your phone.
“Every morning you get dressed
And ready by eight
So we can be out the door
Without running late…
You know the drill
You don’t need me to tell you
It has been the same routine
Since you were age two!”
The shouting continues
Everyone’s mad
And you think to yourself,
“Do they do this for dad?”
You continue to nag them
Until they’re ready to leave.
You make it to school
by the skin of your teeth.
You made it! Success!
You give kisses goodbye.
You take a deep breath
And let out a sigh.
You start heading home
Knowing this isn’t the end,
Tomorrow morning
It starts all over again.
Then your smile spreads wide
And the stress fades away.
Because you realize with joy
Tomorrow’s Saturday.
The Elusive Cup of Coffee
Oh coffee coffee
In the pot
How I wish I could drink you
When you were hot.
My cup of Joe
Sitting all day.
Let’s warm you up
In the microwave.
Yet you sit again
You are such a tease.
Can I just have you all
In one sitting please?
It’s the end of the day
I pour you out with sorrow.
Knowing full well I will
try again tomorrow.
Murphy’s Law
Have you met Murphy?
A good friend of mine.
A charlatan, trickster,
And stealer of time.
He’ll bait you and trap you
And get you to play.
His games always spin off
In the most inopportune way.
You see, he has created a law
Which is his all alone.
A law that affects you
Once you are grown.
And if you’re a mom
You are surely in luck,
Because Murphy likes to play
With your offspring like such.
If you stay up too late
on a Friday night,
He’ll wake your child at dawn
With no nap in sight.
If you are running behind
For an appointment at noon,
He’ll instigate a tantrum
Before even leaving the room.
Meltdowns, spills, and blowouts
That rub you raw,
Are the tell tale signs
Of one “Murphy’s Law”.
So watch out for him
Because he is waiting for you,
When something is important
A game will ensue.
Copyright © 2019 by Jessica Regan. All rights reserved. Poems and articles or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.
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2 Comments
Love these! They gave me a chuckle and a smile! 😘
Thank you!!! So glad you enjoyed.