Not a day to be a Mum
Put you in a creche for hours
And became a mum on the run
I did a bit of shopping
heard my thoughts complete
But when it came to 6 o'clock
It was you I was to meet
Your smile lit up my heart
Your words warmed up my soul
The stresses and strains of earlier
No longer took their toll
We had a lovely bus journey home
A beautiful Summer evening
But temper tantrums came again
Again it was you I was leaving
This time I left you in your bed
After you'd fell to sleep
I didn't kiss your brow or say goodnight
I only wanted to weep
I patiently read you several stories
You only wanted to be naughty
My patience is running paper thin
I had you too close to forty
I hope tomorrow's a brand new day
I hope that things get better
I cannot cope with 3 year antics
Else I'll have to write a letter
What it will say I can't be sure of
But it will say "son I love you dear"
But my sanity's on a knife edge
So son it's time to be clear
I am the Mother you are the son
I am taking back the control
There'll be some discipline and more routine
That's the way this house will roll
It's the way it's got to be
So one day I can be proud
Proud we got through your threenage year
Without things getting too loud
Y'see it's the noise I can't bear
The shouting the whinging
My waist getting wider
As I seek comfort in binging
Where have I gone?
No longer recognise me
It's time to make changes
If only
for
my
sanity
That pic was him tonight on the bus home - butter wouldn't melt!
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