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The life of a mother of a two year old
The exhausting ones gave way to the terrible two’s
I’m not sure which one I’d rather choose
No longer content to just sit and stare
Now you need to be everywhere
The life of a mother of a two year old
My wrinkles have become so brave, so bold
You won’t eat dinner or lunch for that matter
breakfast is like dining with the mad hatter
rivers of juice and raisins are thrown
the cats get the toast and I get to groan.
The life of a mother of a two year old
frazzled and fried, my brain’s been sold
You sleep with your head pinning down my hair
I don’t have any covers but you don’t care
Awake at dawn to an over active toddler
mama, mama I need to make a poopa
The life of a mother of a two year old
your horsey, your ball and old rice cake I hold
My bag’s full of extra pants and stale nuts
rescue remedy and plasters for cuts
I’m an expert on Nemo, know the whole script
fishes’ our friend, my social life’s clipped
The life of a mother of a two year old
I was once quite interesting so I’m told
Whinge, whinge whine and everythings ‘mine’
That’s not OK sweetheart, it’s really not fine!
Sharing is caring but you’re not convinced
my conversations have been totally minced
The life of a mother of a two year old
I see other harassed mama’s and I’m of their fold
Jumping on my back is such a fab game
My left arm will never be the same
You want a pancake but you also want a cuddle
Confusion, tears and tantrums,oh it’s such a muddle
The life of a mother of a two year old
All my best intentions were rapidly sold
I haven’t written my book, my tummy’s still flabby
I chat about pooh and it’s all abit crabby!
No time to myself, let alone with my man
Knackered by nine, my energy ran!
But
My little bear.……
your daily kisses save my world
my true path has divinely unfurled
I know I am just where I’m meant to be
because I am in you and you are in me
You make me forget my adult perspective
jumping and tickling are my new directive
Your hugs hold me in a perfect frame
constant new discoveries, life becomes a game
Your laugh fills me with almighty powers
I wonder at your breathe in the small hours
I get to feast on unconditional love
your hand fits mine like a God-made glove.
The life of a mother of a two year old
You are a blessing, a gift, a miracle to behold.
wow ur site gave me power !!! thanks
when i look up to the sky and i see the coluds rush bye,all i can thing is why,why is he not here
me i want him for me nobody elts just me ‚it was unfare to take him and leav me alone it was unfare to take him i grone aand i grone
I am lonely,i see know one around me
There is no one for me to tell how i feel
I feel sad , lonely and angry
I want someone to come and see me.
I have been waiting ,
I want my dad.
But…i know i will never get him.
I think i was the insparation of this pome , me and my feelings and i think the person i was waiting for and baddly needing was my dad and i know i couldnt have him so i gave up.
Love is like a circyle becaues there is no begining and no visible end.no one knows how love starts and no matter if you like it or not it keeps going on and on.