Mom-ing
What us mothers go threw for our kiddos.
Wipes and bottles, snot and more
Tired aching body always feeling sore
Sleepless nights and super long day
Admit it you wouldn't want it any other way
Screaming, crying I can't take much more
Toys everywhere all over the floor
The postpartum depression that swallows you whole
Lost months of crying that it stole
Laundry and dishes and all of the meals
This is exactly how being a mother feels
Homework, chores, and all the stress
No matter how much you clean it's always a mess
Diaper's off and the kid's playing in poo
Please tell me this has happened to you too
Snuggles and cuddles and all of the love
Trumps all of the chaos up above
Mom-ing is hard and not always fair
But at least your kids can say "My mom is always there"
About the Creator
Halie Marie
I'm human. I'm a mom and wife. My stories have molded me into who I am today. Writing gives me my outlet I can't express verbally.
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