It's raining outside
Mommy's going insane
The bugs have their noses
pressed on the window pane
We play cars, and trucks, and then with our train
We color, watch Barney,
then make paper airplanes
We're teething, we're fighting
tantrums, screaming on the floor
One just shut his brother between the two doors
It's raining outside
Mom thinks how much more can I take
before I lose my mind and I fall down or break
Afternoon comes
we fight - we don't want to nap
We'd rather push each other
and fight for Mom's lap
Finally quiet
asleep in our bed
Mommy may even be able to rest her own head
The peace and the quiet
Mom can hear the clock ticking on the wall
Even with all of the chaos
She wouldn't trade one moment at all
1 comment:
This is a great poem!
(Arrived from the Crème de la Crème list)
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