The Poet Mom

A blog about the joys and frustrations of being a mom.

Category: messes

Mommy Ride

It’s less car – more archeological dig.

If you looked closely, I’m sure you’d find an actual pig.

But it has seating for six or more,

And we can all pile in through the magical sliding door.

Once inside our living room on wheels,

We nestle in among the books, toys, and discarded banana peels.

We pop in a movie or listen to some tunes

And off we go, zoom zoom ZOOM!

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Cacophony

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.

The Toilet

I clean it and care for it because I must

But make no mistake it is my enemy.

The odor makes my nose wriggle in disgust.

Its maintenance requires advanced alchemy.

The oozing drips and yellow puddles

Fill my heart with dismay.

The state of it befuddles.

How could it look like this every day?

My roomies seem not to notice my frustration

As they continually manage to miss the mark.

For them there is no mitigation

It is my task alone on which to embark.

I purchase the latest in cleaning absurdities

And diligently perform my recalcitrant duties.

However, I alone cannot sustain the neatness I desire.

So, it is a maid I will very soon hire.