Pennies have been wedged in between our piano keys,
Couch cushions are on the floor for cave-forming ease.
And a piece of a cracker, half-chewed
is here on the counter- how rude!
From all of this mess, one can only conclude,
Yep, I’m a mom.
There is pink play-dough “pottery” now in my freezer,
My box grater is in a bedroom, being called a “cheeser.”
Twelve broken crayons on the living room floor,
A toddler’s large signature on my front door,
Kids underfoot – ‘til I suggest a chore,
Yep, I’m a mom.
My potholders are somewhere with my toddler upstairs,
A passenger train has been made out of our chairs.
Footprints on the walls, thanks to boys who climb,
I have minds to mold and mold on my limes.
So much to teach and clean… but no time…
Yep, I’m a mom.
Hand-picked weed-flowers in a glass on the table,
Scribbled pictures on the fridge by kids growing able.
Little cuddlers in my bed I wake to find,
Sweet tiny hands that want to hold mine,
Hearing “I love you’s” from faces that shine…
So thankful - I’m a mom.
(And all of these things have been true!)