December 08

Have you done
your jobs yet?

Have you done your jobs yet?
Have you done your chores?
I shouldn’t have to tell you
The obligation’s yours

Have you had a shower?
Have you washed your hair?
I’m getting tired of yelling
This isn’t very fair

Are these your dirty undies?
Lying on the floor
You’re acting like a baby
I can’t take it any more

Have you brushed your teeth yet?
Have you done a wee?
You won’t be playing cricket
If you keep ignoring me

I’ve had enough of nagging
My voice is going hoarse
If you don’t start to act your age
I’m getting a divorce

“Beauty is my child’s face.”*

Is there a more perfect sight than the face of a beloved child? Is there a more perfect feeling than stroking the softness of their skin? Is there a more perfect smell than inhaling their sweet scent as you envelope them in a tight embrace? These are some of the intoxicating wonders of motherhood. How I love to dwell on my child’s exquisite features, but no matter how long or how intently I gaze, the image is always changing. It is the nature of childhood.

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