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Jenny Estes Poem
I wake up in the morning with a small finger in my nose.
All the kids in my bed, and 3 dogs on my toes.
Where today will take me I can't tell you.
I get up to feed the kids and slip on a puddle of glue
After the kids are fed, I really want to go back to bed
Instead I make a pot of brew and
Make out my list of things to do
It didn't take long for Daniel to finish eating it
Kids are all screaming and I'am yelling beat it
some peace and quiet would be great but
I don't get that till its to late
I got pudding in my hair, Water on the floor
Who is knocking at the door?
I can't find my hair brush, Can't find the keys
Can't find the monster throwing the peas
Ryans under the table laughing at me
Cody ate all the cookies and has a tummy ache
I just heard something in the other room break
Here comes grandma with a bucket full of candy
The bucket might be handy,
When they are throwing up because their tummy's full of junk
In comes Cody yelling "Ericks in the trunk"
I go to get him out and
When I turn around
Ryan is covered in mud
Cody is throwing spuds
Daniels in the flour and
Erick just got flying powers and
Every One is always asking whats the matter
I want to dedicate this poem to my kids Ryan (8) Cody(5) Erick (4) Daniel(23 Months) They
are my Inspiration for poems like this one. thanx for reading
Copyright © Jenny Estes | Year Posted 2010
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Jenny Estes Poem
I close my eyes just to open them again
I find myself in a place I've never been
Every thing is perfect, the sky is always blue
Outside is nice and warm to
No one has to work because no one needs money
Every ones life is exactly how they want it
Everything is always peaceful
No guns, no fights, no robbers,no knives
Kids play freely without a care
No one ever hurts or feels pain from despair
Every one is kind and gets what they need and
Don't have to go to the government and plea
No one goes hungry, or homeless
No one gets made fun of
Every one is free, free as a dove
I lie down in the grass and I close my eyes
Just to open them to find myself in my bed
Its back to reality, where nothing is just right
My perfect little world has up and gone good bye
But at least I know I can go back anytime when I close my eyes
Back to the real world where sex and drugs support thugs
Child's thoughts of suicide from taking all the drugs
Doctors, school, and parents think it prevents them from the chokes
Guns and knives, robbers and pointless fights
Problems at home, relationships gone bad
People struggle just to eat
Coming home late just to complain about their feet
I work so hard not to get far
I try to get up to where I want to be
Something always pulls me back
Feels like I am always being attacked
When I close my eyes it takes me back
To my perfect world where I want to be
Copyright © Jenny Estes | Year Posted 2010
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