Press Play

Press play Another day Of dishes, dirty clothes and diapers Come play with me Hold on… The floor is sticky Yesterday’s cheerios crusted over Remnants of little hands on the table What will visitors say? Come play with me please Their rooms An endless supply Of tiny traps, Ninja turtles, dinosaurs and books Come play with me NOW! Sigh… How did it come to this? Me, not keeping up Drowning In seemingly simple tasks I love you, mama! Small arms wrapped around my legs A tiny face, buried into my bottom I reach out, kiss his forehead Say I love you, too And we play.