A Poem For Mother's Day

Motherhood Is


Motherhood is...

Making yourself a lovely lunch

Then sharing it out, 

Because they have to have a munch. 


Motherhood is...

Knowing all the characters on CBeebies

And singing all the theme tunes, 

Since they dominate the TVs.


Motherhood is...

Paintings from nursery in a pile;

Choosing which to showcase 

And which to 'file'.


Motherhood is...

Waking up at the crack of dawn

And hearing 'I've pooed in my nappy',

Before you've had time to yawn.


Motherhood is...

Jabs and injections, fevers and snot;

Thank God for Calpol;

Without it we'd lose the plot.


Motherhood is...

Rushing to get in the car on time,

Then banging their head,

'Whoops! You'll be fine'.


Motherhood is...

Baskets and baskets of dirty clothes;

No socks that match 

And holes in the toes.


Motherhood is...

Finding handprints and 'art' on the walls,

And keeping spare paint in

To re-decorate the halls.


Motherhood is...

Late night visits to A&E;

Holding their head still

Whilst they search for that pea.


Motherhood is...

Hard. It's mad but it's fun,

And there's nothing I would change

For that feeling of being a mum.


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