“My Hands” A Motherhood Poem

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

 

2 Comments

  1. Kathryn Ipock

    July 12, 2020 at 4:46 pm

    I love this! Describes motherhood to a tee!

  2. Love this poem! It definitely reflects the self sacrifice, honestly, and rawness of motherhood!

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