The Angels Were Generous

A Day in the Life of a Mother

My jewelry is strewn all over the floor,
And those awful handprints all over the doors.
Contraband candy inside of the couch,
Pieces of toys throughout the poor house.
Screaming fits when I’m stuck on the phone,
Never any time left to be on my own.
Crayons left melting on windowsills,
And lipstick used wherever she will.
Dinner forgotten as she continues to play,
Will not calm down whatever I say.
Dresses herself and forgets to wear socks.
I’m hot on her trail and can’t stop to talk.
I’ve lost her again in the blink of an eye.
she’s around here somewhere. I look and I sigh.
Okay, I’ve found her all sound asleep,
I bite my lip and try not to weep.
That little girl with the long, blond hair
Has stolen my heart and I don’t really care.
It’s hers to keep or to throw back at me -
And she’ll do both. She’s a child, you see.