Ode to mothers & a hot distraction

Each morning I wake and dream of you,

But being a mother with two young children

…causes too, too many distractions,

That often times I don’t get to you…..

As much as I need to.

There are certain times of the day

That I wish to caress you, hold you …..

I know you are important to me,

Because when you are not here

My system fails and my mood falls.

Just the very thought of you

Helps me to get through

The revolving roundabout of nappies, bottles,

…..nappies, bottles

Sometimes when my husband comes home

I sneak away with you….

 

Alone,

All alone in a room…..

With you..

With no distractions -

Not a tepid,

not a lukewarm

But a

HOT

Fresh

- cup of coffee.

This is a little poem dedicated to mothers everywhere who like me fail to simply sit and have a hot cup of coffee (by the time I get to it, it is like a cold milky mouthful of caffeine). © Irish Mammy.

Ode to mothers & a hot distraction