Unconditional

Ah, the joys of parenthood...

My house would never be home without
shoes and socks in the middle
of the living room floor
toys in the bathtub
toothpaste globs
marring the sink

My world would feel empty at times if not for
books with scribbled-on pages and
grubby hand-prints on the wall
stained mattresses
half empty cups
on every table

My life wouldn't be the same if I never heard
whining for attention, for no reason
other than making me upset
laughter in the hallway
footsteps pounding
as I try to sleep

How lonely was my existence before
little monsters went and made me
want to pull out my hair
scream bloody murder
cover my head and
cry sometimes

I need these children, especially so
when they wont let me sleep
or they mock my wise words
driving me to insanity
making parenthood
impossibly hard

This is love at its finest, unconditional.

Reviews

[Narnie]

Yep. Then they hit teenage hood and the mantra of 'Keep calm, carry on' becomes a little harder but still... it is unconditional. The shape of this poem makes it even more poignant - like a stack of cups teetering with a firm base. Perfect.

[SoulofManyFaces]

Being a mother myself, I can relate to this. I only have
one child, but I consider my husband one as well LOL!

Great write!

[SK Woodiwiss]

Perfect. I really like the visual as well as the words. That spiral down effect but at the bottom true treasure. Thank you.

[The Analog Kid]

So true. I just got yelled at by a tired angry nine year old for pouring him too much cereal...lol. Cool visual on the stanzas. Self-explanatory, nice job!