An Ode to my Boys

Please forgive the cheesy poetry. I actually had an entirely different post planned but just as I was sitting down to type it, poor Gabey woke up coughing and sneezing. By the time I got him settled back down, the post had fled from my brain and this was all I could come up with.

Now I lay you down to sleep

Across the floor my feet do creep

A load of dishes, a load of wash

In a vain attempt to quash

the growing piles created by three.

Oh damn, what is that I see?

A sock I missed,a fork you stashed

Ah hell more things that need to be washed

It's a good thing I love each and every one

Because truly my work is never done.

A cry from a darkened room I hear

a sigh, a moan, a cough I fear.

my little boy is still sick you see

so I bring him over close to me

the dishes can wait as can the clothes

for these are the moment a mother knows

her children need her to hold them tight

and love them through day and night.