A Mums Morning Poem


In the darkness of the night and the early morning, 

When monsters lurk just behind the shadow of the door 

And spiders threaten to come out and hang, 

A restless stirring, shows the nightmare is in full swing, 

 

A woman creeps out of bed to start the day. 

A list of things to do running through her head, 

Making sure the girls have everything for school is her first priority 

But its an endless list making her angry and helpless at the same time.

 

This is when meditation needs to be done (and ticked off the list).

A multitasking meditation, deep breaths while ironing,

Knowing that the things that she wants to work on will get left behind again.

When did life become so busy? When did lists become so long?

 

A loud swoosh as a door opens, brings the woman out of contemplation.

There’s a patter of small feet running across the hall searching for a grown up,

And a big relieved hug from two sleepy girls as they find their mummy.

Maybe life will be frustrating for a while but the big hugs are amazing.

 

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