The radio is turned up, windows rolled down
I can feel the wind blowing through my hair
I am smiling
My 3-yr-old sits in back crying, screaming, kicking
Radio is turned a little higher, wind is still blowing
Me, still smiling
Why do I smile?
Is it because I don't have strength to laugh?
Do I feel joy, or pleasure?
.....None of the above.....
We reach a stoplight, roll windows up
Take a deep breath; why do I feel so calm?
"mommmyyy" "M..O..MM..YYY!!!"
I feel strength; strength only a mother can feel
A certain strength only a mother needs
Destination is reached, FINALLY!!
3-yr-old falls into my arms; a kiss and a hug
It's over
And I am smiling!!!
4 comments:
OK, that is adorable!!!
You are so good.
I love you my Robyn
CUTE!!! My version is when the windows go up, I start yelling at them to BE QUIET!!! You're good. Love you!
Juli
Ah crap, you tellin me I gotta deal with THIS soon?!?!? Well I'll try to smile through it, I'll try Juli's way too, that might be more my style, we'll see. That was a cool one Robynon.
WyA
I LOVED that poem, it's such a happy poem even through all the yelling! You are so good. It is so fun to read these poems of yours and understand what you mean even when I haven't yet experienced it. Love YOU!
Tiff
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