A Poem For All The Mamas Doing Their Best

14 February 2020

Roses are red, violets are blue

If you're a mom with young kids, then I probably judged you

And let's be honest, it's still mostly moms with long days 

The hardest, most relentless job that doesn't pay

A stay-at-home role that still gets minimized 

Mostly by men who don't know squat  - that doesn't rhyme 

But back to the point, moms, I used to judge you

Yellin at your kids at Target in aisle two 

Or in restaurants, parking lots, malls, and parks

I'd hear "Get back here right now!" or "Sit down in this cart!"

"Put that back right now" or "No, I said NO"

I thought you couldn't handle a simple situation -- I didn't know

That I'd be out of a job, and then lickety split

I was taking care of twin toddlers -- shit got real, real quick

Fourteen-hour days no breaks or holiday

Not long before I was yellin like Tom Hanks in Cast Away 

As I tried really hard to get two boys not to run

And not to hit each other with stuff so I could get the shopping done

Two boys who couldn't give a hoot when I speak

And laugh when I'm losin it trying to get 'em in their car seats  

So now when I see a mom going crazy with baby drama

I tap my heart, look over at her, and say "I see you, Mama" 

(I would have put my face on this, but I think he’s a much better choice.)

Because all moms in the struggle should know every day that they are seen and appreciated.