Mothering
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Chaos reigned in our house
when the girls were small.
Daddy worked long hours and
was often not there at all.
When their cantankerous hour
arrived between six and seven.
One on my back, one on my front,
praying to heaven.
As I tripped over toys
left after bath time joys.
Now all is sane,
I have my house back again.
No tears, no tantrums,
hair extensions or scattered clothing.
What I miss most
I must admit is mothering.
28/01/2017
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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