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Sheri Lin Hayes Poem
I try to be the best wife and mom
Yet my patience is running thin
There are bills to pay and screaming mouths to feed….
Oh, Where do I begin?
Just too many duties
In the course of a day
And did I forget to mention
My earnings... “NO PAY”
Laundry, shopping, cooking and dishes
I have no time-
To even scratch where I’m itching
“Can I have a dollar please?”
“Mommy I have a terrible wheeze!”
“Mommy she called me a “Name”
“Mommy can we play a game?”
The dog keeps messing on the floor
My kids are always crying poor
Or something on their body’s sore
I want to run right out the door!
Homework, cupcakes.. due tomorrow!
"I have a date..The car can I borrow?"
Answering the door and phone all day long
Confined to a punished for doing nothing wrong”
I can’t find a soul to take out the trash
Off to the doctors for my daughter’s butt rash
I wipe up a drink. I mop up the floor
Only to find that my daughter spilled more
Entertaining a birthday party sleepover
Picking up the guest like i'm a chauffer
I have to scrub the toilet and sink
I only have time for one eye to blink
I finally get home to rest on the sofa
In hopes to catch a glimpse of some Oprah
Instead I'm entertained by Spongebob again
Rehearsing the lines inside of my head
Nick Nite and MTV,
Is just about killing me
Between Rap Music and big bootie shaking,
I pray that my sight and hearing is taken
Ohhhh........
Where is the time for me to be “ME?”
To sit in quiet at my own TV
Or take a hot bath, even read a good book
These things are so much overlooked
Well I have to go
Someones calling my name
“MOMMMMY” …The underpaid dame
(Can you relate)
Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014
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Sheri Lin Hayes Poem
(Random stories Shared with me influenced this write)
Endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My Life lost in scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
To rebuild another tree
I am the tree, my soul the seeds
I dropped them in places randomly
Throughout my unfortunate life
Where others stole a piece of me
I dropped a few when I was young
When my dad’s drinking had begun
He beaten and tortured beyond repair
Taking things I choose not to share
I dropped a few when I was a teenager
Living among people I considered a stranger
I looked for those who I recognized
But what I seen my eyes despised
I dropped a few when I was older
When my husband left and turned his shoulder
My life became harder with children involved
I witnessed their cries that seem to evolve
I dropped a few when I realized
That I can't live with secrets and lies
And faced my own demons and forgave
All who took a part of my life away
With endless reaching I pick up the pieces
My soul is scattered seeds
One by one I pick them up
Rebuilding another tree
One day my roots will be planted
Where I stand so sturdy and tall
I will not allow to be shaken
My seeds will never fall
Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014
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Sheri Lin Hayes Poem
Do You Know The Road I speak of?
(dedicated to #Robin Williams# )
You know the roads I speak of..
Regret, heartache, and tears
That slope that keeps on heightening
Leaving the ending nowhere near
You know the places I wander
To search, to flee, to hide
The place to erase uncertainty
That’s so impossible to find
You know the distance places
Of seclusion, withdraw, despair
The gap that waits for closure
The break that lacks repair
You know the underground channels
The deceit, sins, and lies
The act that changes existence
That face that you despise
We mature and learn through journey
A compass of emotional travel
A hike that we all must endure
As the life of one unravels
Author and Copyright Sheryl Hayes, If Life Was Made On Canvas (FB Page)
Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014
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Take thy heart I offer
I am willing to submit
Only take it if you’re ready
And promise to commit
Handle me with honestly
I only seek the truth
But tell it to me gently
Use words that only soothe
Take thy hand I offer
I will lead you to a place
A walk into eternity
Infinite love you will embrace
Handle me in passion
Enter me with such
But do it to me gently
I’m tender to the touch
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Take thy soul I offer
Handle it with care
Take time to truly love it
I only have one to spare
Copyright © Sheri Lin Hayes | Year Posted 2014
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