mums (Remove filter)
Mum guilt
Woken up Rudely by a wide awake kid
Her iPad starts blaring , that one that you hid,
It’s 5 in the morning , but she wants to play,
But you’ve hardly slept, not ready for the day ,
You’ve been up all night , on the edge of her bed,
While she sleeps so soundly, sweet dreams in her head,
8 comes round it’s time to get up and go,
But now she is ‘ tired ‘she’...
Tuesday 24th October 2023 4:57 pm
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
6 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
8 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
9 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
9 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
12 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
16 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
17 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
18 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
19 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
19 hours ago