by the poet mom
My day starts with a bang and ends with a muted wail.
Every sound in between is of equal scale.
TV voices rattle on at all levels.
Music blares at rock concert decibels.
Doors slam, phones ring, batteried gizmos squawk, beep and drone.
Voices cry my name in all manners of tone.
I patiently carry on amid the unrelenting clamor
And try to remain sane until the kids begin to slumber.
When at last all the noises suddenly abate
And my mind has a chance to acclimate,
I realize the insane cacophony
Has become my cherished symphony.