TITLE: My Kids
By Amanda D'costa
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He's up and then my world starts to
go round in circles, spinning.
My day begins with coffee on the stove
while milk is boiling.
It's time to get the snack box in the bag
and send him off to school,
after we've had an ordeal
With his bath and brushing too.
And then she's up, my little baby
"I want mama", she says and wails
She watches as her brother
wishes, and is on his way
It's time to wait on her, that's next!
For she is awfully particular
"I'll wear the pink dress and pink clips".
Imagine, she's just a toddler!
And so my day goes on and on
My husband's there to help me run
He bathes our kids, and gets them dressed
While they both shout
"Dada's the best !"
My son is back from school by one
My girl, she waits to see him come.
They hug and kiss, for she did miss
His mischief, fights and fun.
And so the day goes on and on
There's always something to be done
When kids are with you you will see
They're mind boggling and fidgity.
I shout and swear, look up and stare
For they get on my nerves at times
They tear books, scribble, break things and nibble
food and throw things all around.
Sometimes we have to bribe them into
doing what we want them to
Like clearing the mess they make
With food and toys and clothes too.
Finally when the day is gone
And night time then begins to fall
I'm tired, angry, worn and faint
Have to admit - I am no saint.
And yet when I look at them sleep
I see the truth so clearly
They only reflect reality
Of once that was just - ME.
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