It’s busy as a working mom
My sanity… it’s sometimes gone
There’s always last minute dirty dishes
Laundry, shopping and teenage wishes
What? My husband? He wants sex?
The dog is barking? Oh, no , what’s next?
Halloween… Thanksgiving… Christmas, too?
Plus in my family, we’ve also got Jews
That means Hannukah and 8 days of light
An 8 day cruise? Now THAT sounds right
Maybe instead of all this shopping
This tired mom could go island hopping
How many hours could I lose?
Chillin’ on an Alaska cruise…
Maybe Hawaii, Alaska or even France?
A captains lunch… a dinner dance…
And yet… as nice as this all may sound
As day dream thoughts in my head go round
I think of the world… and all that’s insane
The far right marches… the hurricanes…
North Korea missles… and refugees
Guess who’s lucky? Yup, that’s me.
So I don’t have a maid…
I don’t have a cook
Compared to most
I’m like a crook
I’ve made off with the health
I’ve made off with sweet kiddos
Safe home and a job?
Ditto and ditto
And so while there’s always some things I would swap for another
I’m one lucky wife. I’m a damn lucky mother.
So with that this small poem
Is almost complete
I’ve got a bath to be taken
And a pit bull at my feet
I hope that you readers
Can find blessings, too
In all who you love
And in all that you do.
Got any gratitude? Leave it in the comment below.
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