Just Call Me a Mom
I'm grumpy and frazzled.
My senses are dazzled,
By the noises they make,
And the time that it takes,
To clean up what was messed,
In a minute or less.
When you visit, you'll know I'm a mom.
I'm tired and weary.
I try to be cheery,
But no makeup can hide-
Believe me, I've tried-
The darkness 'neath my eyes
Or the exhaustion inside.
When you see me, you'll sense I'm a mom.
I'm playful and sunny.
I wouldn't trade this for money:
The smiles and the giggles,
The dances and wiggles,
Seeing them grow,
And learn and know.
When you think of me, imagine a mom.
I'm happy and sad,
And sometimes feel bad,
That the moments don't linger.
They fly from my fingers.
I'll put things off today,
And just sit awhile and play.
When you talk of me, just call me a mom.
Time to a Mom
To a mom,
The days are long.
But the months fly by,
And the years do too,
As if the clock were teasing you.
4 comments:
Awe, that was so cute Aimee.
great poem! So true.
You are so talented! And seriously, you hit the nail on the head! :)
Aimee, I loved catching up. You are a great mom! If you ever don't think so, call me up and I will give you an ear full! Wow, Relief Society was quite a shocker for me today....speechless. Let's get together this week
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