Monday, November 29, 2010

Ode to Mom

I haven't cut my hair in 4 years
Or worn make up in about 8,
I've forgotten the joy of sleeping in
Or staying up real late.


I've given up on looking nice
I'm usually covered in goo,
Vomit, urine, snot or milk
And we mustn't forget the poo.


Always broke and low on milk
Mom and Dad never get out,
The kids run wild tearing up the house,
All day they scream and shout.


But mom, she knows her babes are sweet
And she knows this won't last forever,
These will be the days she misses most
When she and her babes were young and together.

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