Most days are better than others
Morning dawns with a smile
Kind eyes look into mine
Happy is my child
A quick hug and a kiss
My divine sunshine
Most days are better than others
Intolerance assaults me
Moodiness sternly stares me in the eye
He shouts and fights
Nothing I do is right
Most days are better than others
In the quiet we sit
Each to his own
Content in his world
Fast cars, reversing and parking
Please do not disturb
This fragile state you do not want to break
Most days are better than others
I’m in his way
I ask too much
I dare not touch
Nothing I do is good enough
Most days are better than others
Chaotic his mind
I turn a blind eye
Let him be until he needs me
The hand that guides and feed
The heart that beats to his every need
Most days are better than others
Parenting, a whirlwind of emotions
My veins filled with love and devotion
Unconditional she is, the mom in me
Most days are better than others
Most days…
Always
Patiently
Loving
Nurturing
Not just most days, All days, Always
Lovely poem. 🙂
Thank you 🙂