Tired mom
Alarm goes off,
pulling me from sleep.
The ringing stops,
but my ears still shriek.
Whistling, roaring,
high pitched noise.
Tinnitus is calling,
ending all joys.
I sit up, head in hands,
another day already?
The night went too soon,
my feet aren't steady.
Body aches from yesterday's run,
fleeing troubles and woes.
Only to return as my mind wakes up,
sore blisters on my toes.
Step out clumsily into the hall,
find the bathroom door.
Light invades my sleepy eyes,
what will today hold in store.
Fill the kettle, remembering,
the cosiness of my bed.
Why can't I just go back in?
sleep away the day instead.
Chores to do, mouths to feed,
washing to clean, tidying up.
Getting everyone ready for their day,
kisses goodbye, wishes of luck.
Left alone with the to do list,
still wishing I could snooze.
Cracking on like ever before,
like I've got nothing to lose.
Drowning in housework,
appointments to keep.
Calls to make, beds to straighten,
beckon me in for more sleep.
No cups of tea for me just yet,
dinner must be done.
Hungry mouths descend to feed,
and talk of the day they've won.
Smile and reply that I did not do,
anything that would interest you.
So carry on dears and regail,
me with more of your wondrous tale.
As day gives way to sienna dusk,
and small ones head to their rooms.
I sit at last with my feet up,
and wonder what now looms.
Do I enjoy the still and quiet eve,
where I get to be me?
Or climb into bed where I can dream,
of the life I long to see.
Of endless summers at the beach,
reading while on the sand.
Lazy days drifting away,
contentment at close hand.
But look upon the faces of,
the people I love so dear.
I know my place is here to stay,
while they still need me near.
Climb into bed, and hope on hope,
that this night I stay asleep.
So that tomorrow I can be,
the me I long to keep.
Full of energy, ideas and fun,
passion for the life I lead.
As long as I can get some kip,
the best me will be freed.
Snuggle down and let myself go,
drifting away into the black.
Then someone wakes up and calls me,
ah yes, tired mom is back.
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pulling me from sleep.
The ringing stops,
but my ears still shriek.
Whistling, roaring,
high pitched noise.
Tinnitus is calling,
ending all joys.
I sit up, head in hands,
another day already?
The night went too soon,
my feet aren't steady.
Body aches from yesterday's run,
fleeing troubles and woes.
Only to return as my mind wakes up,
sore blisters on my toes.
Step out clumsily into the hall,
find the bathroom door.
Light invades my sleepy eyes,
what will today hold in store.
Fill the kettle, remembering,
the cosiness of my bed.
Why can't I just go back in?
sleep away the day instead.
Chores to do, mouths to feed,
washing to clean, tidying up.
Getting everyone ready for their day,
kisses goodbye, wishes of luck.
Left alone with the to do list,
still wishing I could snooze.
Cracking on like ever before,
like I've got nothing to lose.
Drowning in housework,
appointments to keep.
Calls to make, beds to straighten,
beckon me in for more sleep.
No cups of tea for me just yet,
dinner must be done.
Hungry mouths descend to feed,
and talk of the day they've won.
Smile and reply that I did not do,
anything that would interest you.
So carry on dears and regail,
me with more of your wondrous tale.
As day gives way to sienna dusk,
and small ones head to their rooms.
I sit at last with my feet up,
and wonder what now looms.
Do I enjoy the still and quiet eve,
where I get to be me?
Or climb into bed where I can dream,
of the life I long to see.
Of endless summers at the beach,
reading while on the sand.
Lazy days drifting away,
contentment at close hand.
But look upon the faces of,
the people I love so dear.
I know my place is here to stay,
while they still need me near.
Climb into bed, and hope on hope,
that this night I stay asleep.
So that tomorrow I can be,
the me I long to keep.
Full of energy, ideas and fun,
passion for the life I lead.
As long as I can get some kip,
the best me will be freed.
Snuggle down and let myself go,
drifting away into the black.
Then someone wakes up and calls me,
ah yes, tired mom is back.
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