Part Time Poet

When I can, I try to find time to write? My days are very busy with an eight- Month-old boy and a small Yorkie. Before the day is done, I feel kind of dorky. I start my day walking the dog, feeding the baby, cleaning, cooking, And a full-time playmate to this little boy; to him I am his toy. Having almost no time, even when the cuckoo clock chimes, I lie down and rest while he sleeps, or I will feel crappy; I have to refresh myself. Reading is one of my pass-times, now all of my books are on a shelf. On a warm day, I put him and the dog in the stroller, Like a good little soldier. I walk them down to the park with my feet achy And sit under a dawn redwood tree. The dog runs around, While baby and I enjoy the cool spring Breeze as it teases with its coolness And plays with the baby's hair with its kindness Tousling it around. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath In, like water running over his head while taking a bath. I feel glad, but also mad, and sad, I should have brought my pencil and writing pad. 7/6/2019