The Best Mum I Can Be
I come home from work, and if I’ve had a terrible day,
I have little patience, and sometimes I shout in the worst way.
Does that mean I’m a bad mum? no certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.
I sometimes go to the toilet, just for some space.
Sometimes when they talk to me, I’m not looking at their face.
Does that mean I’m a bad mum? No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.
I feed my children nuggets and beans for their tea,
Is it a special treat? no I do it weekly
Does that mean I’m a bad mum? No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.
I wanted to be a mum who is loving, calm, patient and kind
But yet I find myself shouting when lost things I can’t find.
Does that mean I’m a bad mum? No certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.
I sometimes miss storytime because I’ve just had enough,
Who knew being a mum could be this tough?
Does that mean I’m a bad mum? no certainly not.
Does that stop the thought creeping in?
No not a jot.
Will I ever not question am I the best mum I can be?
No probably not, but that’s what makes the best mum me!
Copyright © Cheryl Davies | Year Posted 2019
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