The Crawl Space

A mother at her wit's end!

THE CRAWL SPACE

 

I awoke to daymares

And tried to make matters right;

Had there been nightmares

Or mind monsters, in the night;

The children were screaming,

Blaming me for lost shoes;

The husband was steaming

About the morning's bad news;

What had happened after

A sweet, sincere "good night;"

Was it that their laughter

Turned into a pile of spite;

I am a wife and mother

Whom hates mornings like this;

Some way or another

I want to cease to exist;

I run onto the lawn

Wanting to float into space,

Because I hadn't had time to yawn,

In this crazy place;

I looked at the house,

Wiping tears from my face;

I tried to turn into a mouse

And hide in the crawl space.

 

Author's Note

For you, Mom!

In my mother's, Susie Q's" review, she says that the picture reminds her of some of my family. She is referring to my four pet rats, Chartuese, Little Tommy Tucker, Rick, and Gary.

Reviews

[Susie Q]

I just finished a review on this a few minutes ago and it disappeared. Don't be surprised if it appears somewhere later.LOL. Maybe I just forgot to save it. Imagine that. I know many moms and dads can relate to this poem. I love the picture of the mouse, it reminds me of some of your family.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Good old moms, we do love them, but do drive them up the wall :)

[Tasha]

This is a a lot of pressure on one person. I liked the comparison to the mouse wanting to hide away.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Marie Harrison]

Wow! Sounds like a lot of pressure
Being a Mom
I can't think of a more
Important and rewarding position though
Oh, how I wish I had just one day
As a mother!

[Rene Velez]

awesome write...I remember my sister and I driving my mother crazy because we fought so much, mothers are incredible...