On sleepless days from sleepless nights
I’m up and solving sibling fights.
Who’s Cheerios are on the ground?
Who gets to sweep the mess around?
The poopiest of all gets changed
While my shoes are rearranged
By the other dressing up
And spilling from her sippy cup.
Our newborn doesn’t need those toys
They’ve piled on, releasing noise
Competing with his little cry,
I pick him up but wonder why
I bring him to my shoulder, pat his back
And though my shirt was colder, once was black
My brilliant son performs as if on cue
And leaves a badge of honor there for you
To notice what I’ve probably forgotten
Amidst the other joys that I’ve been caught in.
BonjourPoetry 