It Just Is
Hello my friend!
It’s nice to see you again.
Let me hug you, oh wait
If ever this disease
Of what the government proclaims,
And the opportunity arises,
For you to visit my house, one day..
You’d probably step on a Shopkin, Ryan’s toy,
Or Princess shoe,
As you get the tour, going from room to room,
You’d might see a wrapper, laying on the floor,
Or some kind of sticky wiped on the door.
You’d likely be bombarded with the latest
Excitement from my kids,
They’d tell you all about everything they’ve
Recently just did.
You’d probably see a mess in the toy room
Just right down the hall,
Or some loose dark soft stuff,
From a “hair cut of a doll”!
You’d might see a toy that’s been
Stored in the fridge,
Or a bath toy, that’s hanging out
On the bathtub ridge.
You’ll see breakfast from the morning,
That’s yet to be put away,
Leaving more for me to clean,
As I go through out my day.
I’d look like a piece of homelessness,
That hasn’t seen life from under a rock,
Sweatpants, mom bun, and my favorite
You’d see the life of a mom doing the best
When her responsibilities of such high
Sure, you’ll notice pencils laying nearly
And actually everything looking we simply just
But, I hope you’d be grateful in your reflection
Of the day,
Because quarantine with kids….
There’s, undoubtedly, no easy way.
Where’s my coffee???
“Girls, quit being so loud!!”
With love & light,