Below is a poem I wrote over ten years. Actually at that point I had six kids, but "six" didn't rhyme as easily with what I wanted to say.
Observe a frazzled mom of four --
Kids pound upon her bathroom door;
They crowd around her at the store;
She's on the phone; they chatter more.
She loves them lots,
But time alone
Is such a rarity.
To think that as
A teen she yearned
For popularity.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
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