"Maybe When the Kids are Older..."
the dishes will be done at the end of the day
the books and the toys will be all put away
the middle of the night crying will stop
my main piece of clothing won't be a nursing top.
I could go to the bathroom all by myself
all the breakables won't have to be on the top shelf
I could go for a walk without causing a fuss
I could come back inside without tears and a muss.
When we eat they just might cut up their own food
and clean their own mess up, wouldn't that be good?
I won't read "The Ear Book" six times a day
I'll understand all the words that they say!
But, oh, those things most surely can wait!
We can go to bed early & sleep in till eight!
That doesn't mean we're asleep the whole time
but the rocking and snuggles are sometimes sublime.
but the rocking and snuggles are sometimes sublime.
When you reach for my hand with a smile on your face
you're saying, "Mommy, I want to take you some place!"
Sometimes I hesitate, I have something to do
but I can't waste this time, you're going to be 2!
The dishes, the laundry, they don't HAVE to be done
we can dance, read, and snuggle, make memories of fun.
The kids will grow up, and the house might stay clean
but today, little one, let's play and let's dream!
To life... full of the day-by-day living!
1 comment:
I 'love' your poem. Says it like it really is. Why don't you think about writing a book of poetry. It is good!!!
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