Mother's Day Poem by Catherine S.

Six Ways to Look at Motherhood

Each new baby
as a beautiful
blessing

Dirty diapers
are not fun to change

She wants a bottle.
He's running through the sprinklers with clothes on.
He just brought an earwig in the house.
Where is my sanity when I need it?

Her dark hair falls in curls on the pillow
as she finally goes to sleep.

We're having chicken pot pie for dinner.
Sigh.
Fine.  Make yourself a sandwich.

Five little people
sit on either side of me.
I croon the story softly,
"Guess how much I love you?
To the moon and back."

Catherine S.