My Hands
My hands are full
Three kids but
only two arms
A juggling act
for my circus
Loud. Demanding
Lights and action
Always action
Never stopping…
Baby crying
Writhing. Scratching
Needs a nap
And changed
And fed
Again
Again
But–
Toddler screaming
Potty training
Learning to
Control
Emotions
fly off kilter
All pell mell
Stop and yell
and wants a cuddle
wants a snuggle
But–
big kid calling
Has a story
Has a book
Has a drawing
Has a dream she wants to share
and a thing she wants to try
But–
Spinning, spinning
Getting dizzy
Dishes
Laundry
Cooking
Cleaning
Can’t slow down
The coffee’s draining
(Not complaining)
but—
two hands
only two
not one left
for me
for you
what can I say?
It’s out of
my
hands
July 12, 2020 at 4:46 pm
I love this! Describes motherhood to a tee!
July 12, 2020 at 4:48 pm
Love this poem! It definitely reflects the self sacrifice, honestly, and rawness of motherhood!