Laughter. Boo. I’m going to scare you.
Little footsteps. Pitter patter.
Come closer. I’ll get you.
They run. they laugh. and jump into your arms.
Oh what a blessing. All of its joys.
I’ve had no sleep. Neither have you. I’m lagging and you are jumping for joy.
How can this be. All this energy. Please sleep. My child. I need to breathe.
Good days are slow. Two sleeps. I hope. If not. All screams. Tantrums.
Head against wall. Just breathe. You. Will. Be. Okay.
Please. Sleep.
Words from the mother of a teething child.
About the Creator
Muma JoJo
Poems from a deranged, sleep deprived muma. Trying to make sense of a world that seems to be falling through my fingers.
(Expressing thoughts in moments of dispair, it’s not always roses)
P.S I’m loving being a mum, I’m completely ok!
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Comments (1)
Oh, a recurring child's chaos!