Note To Self

Cupboards bare with a child to feed Writer’s block not producing a penny Bipolar rampant, puberty striking too A house of hormones and moods, stress aplenty Bills are due, groceries are needed Dental work, mental work, guitar and the car Therapy, play dates, sleep over’s, appointments A nap always needed, yet ever so far Homework, housework, yard work, no work Play gets mixed in to make things fun Day time, night time, noon time, all times Having to be on from dawn to setting sun My time is her time, what’s mine is hers I gladly gave my life to let my daughter grow Still, I do need to learn to allow for myself For if I do not take care of me I will blow