An Ode to my Boys

Please forgive the cheesy poetry. I actually had an entirely different post planned but just as I was sitting down to type it, poor Gabey woke up coughing and sneezing. By the time I got him settled back down, the post had fled from my brain and this was all I could come up with.

Now I lay you down to sleep
Across the floor my feet do creep
A load of dishes, a load of wash
In a vain attempt to quash
the growing piles created by three.
Oh damn, what is that I see?
A sock I missed,a fork you stashed
Ah hell more things that need to be washed
It’s a good thing I love each and every one
Because truly my work is never done.
A cry from a darkened room I hear
a sigh, a moan, a cough I fear.
my little boy is still sick you see
so I bring him over close to me
the dishes can wait as can the clothes
for these are the moment a mother knows
her children need her to hold them tight
and love them through day and night.
4 Responses to An Ode to my Boys
  1. Barb
    November 28, 2010 | 11:19 am

    *sniff sniff*

  2. Kakunaa
    November 28, 2010 | 3:31 pm

    I read this and immediately thought of this:

    HUGS. Great poem.

  3. Quiet Dreams
    November 28, 2010 | 6:21 pm

    So sweet, Kristin. The world needs more moms like you.

  4. Dora
    December 1, 2010 | 5:34 pm

    So sweet. I’m so with you on those priorities.

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