A Poem For Tired Moms


Roses are red

Violets are blue

My hair is a mess

I’ve been up since two


The coffee needs brewing

The breakfast to be made

The floor needs sweeping

And bills need to be paid


It’s not even 9

The morning goes so slow

Is 10 o’clock too soon

To have a glass of merlot?


Laundry, dishes

It all never ends

Coffee & wine

Are my closest friends


When evening does come

I welcome it with a hug

For in a few short hours

I’ll be sipping coffee from my mug





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