I'm counting my stressings
and all of my blessings
but the math isn't mathing
I'm responding, they're reacting
You say you're a grown up
but toddlerhood shows up
while you stamp your feet
with entitled demanding
Would it be such a crime
to learn to compromise
maybe see another side
of a two sided coin
I'm just talking to the bricks again
and all of my synapse friends
we're always having board meetings.
The calendar
the to do list
the spirit days
the forgotten
shoes
the broken broom
It's so much to carry
by mid week I'm weary
but I push on
like soldiers do
without a thank you
like Mother's do
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (1)
convicting! Without a thank you- like mothers do. Excellent!