Listen Child
Make no doubt, it was not something just given.
This good life that I am now livin’
It is one that I have earned.
Mostly through the hardest lessons learned.
Worked from daylight to dusk,
And at night rocked cryin’ babies who fussed.
Done things I didn’t know I could do.
Somehow we always managed to get through.
I’ve poured out my heart and tears,
Kissing their heads and quiting their fears.
I’ve poured out my own blood and sweat.
I’ve worried, stressed and fret.
Spent sleepless nights over a sick baby’s bed.
Rocking her and stroking her head.
Busted my butt, and broke my back
To get a step ahead and pick up the slack.
And I’m trying to show them the way,
One gets mad and the other whines.
But you fit it in between dinnertime and deadlines.
And so you see, it runneth over my cup.
The laundry and dishes, pile up.
Trying to make ends meet, it’s just day to day.
Getting it all done, you just find a way.
But it’s far better than the life I had.
They are a little ungrateful, but I guess I’m glad.
They’ve never been with out a coat,
Despite the whinning of it’s so cold.
And no they have never eaten food that
They had stoled. No, they have never even
Missed a meal, true hunger they will never
Feel. No they don’t know how good
They have it, it is true.
And I pray to God they never do!
Sarah Comstock
12/12/10
Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2010
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