Not My Dream Job
Babysitting little kids
when I was just a teen,
tore my sanity to shreds
for some were quite obscene.
Changing a dirty diaper,
wiping a runny nose,
cleaning up crumbs and spilled milk,
chores I would not have chose.
Despite the utter chaos
some could be rather sweet
'specially when I tied them up
by little hands and feet.*
I told myself I'd never
have small ones of my own -
I'm thankful I changed my mind
now that I am all grown.
*of course, I never tied up any children,
but the thought may have crossed my mind.
For Sara's Jobs Poetry Contest, 11/14/14
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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