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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