Most days fly by in a flash
As I work and cook and simply dash
About my house and neighborhood
Some days vanish before they should
Today I have some time to ponder
What makes my life this rushing wonder
It’s not the things I work to do
But the children I turn blue talking to
The boys that tug and pull my shirt
And hide beneath my pencil skirt
The boys I send to bed and sigh
Who push my buttons till I cry
Who disappear when it’s bath time
And beg for water after bedtime
Whose lunches come back smooshed and squished
Whose hands seem attached to the chocolate dish
These kids I know I shall one day
Miss their antics and call it play
The kids who mess up everything
Who I shoo to school every morning
Those little finger shmearing kids
Who raid my pantry and my fridge
Those kids who suck the blood from me
Today I’m grateful—
Just to be
The one they call their Mommy.