Poems for the Soul

Love after love

Load after load,
Dish after dish,
Toy after toy,
Mess after mess.

"When will this end"? She thinks to herself.
Knowing this isn't what I want to end.
To hear the pitter patters on the floors,
And the laughter echo on the walls in what we call home.

Mama is tired.
Exhausted if you will.
But not from what you may think.
No, not from her children.

She's tired of the cleaning.
She's tired of the constant running around,
Telling her children not to do this or that.
She's tired of the neverending uncertainty and anxiety.

Diaper after diaper,
Potty after potty.
Tears after tears,
Screams after screams.

The continuous battles she fights
Not only with her littles,
Or those around her,
But within herself as well.

Always back and forth about one thing or another,
Hoping she can make a decison sooner rather than later.
Battering herself in the depths of the night, a mind never stopping.
To only be able to take a breath and peace be there.

When will this end? She asks herself.
Moments of doubt fill her mind,
Making it near impossible to make the memories
That fill her head and heart with laughter and love.

Though they may remember the good days and times,
She, on the other hand, may not.
The bitterness and yelling fill her mind
Just as her body fills with despair.

But not despair as in complete loss,
Despair as in partial loss.
She is drowning in the unknown;
Unsure of what's to come.

Squeal after squeal,
Hug after hug.
Love after love,
Giggle after giggle.

There's a brighter side today, the sun's out.
She takes a deep breath of fresh air and smiles.
The funk mama has been in is now gone- for now.
And while the sun's out, mama is going to soak it all up.

They start the day off with singing and dancing,
Turning into a trip to the park to play with new friends.
After a while, they all go to lunch of the children's choice.
Having a blast until the sun is ready to go to bed.

Time to go home and make more memories.
Making dinner with mama,
Giggles fill the walls of their home.
A smile creeps on her face.

For once, she can breathe.
Take in the positive and exhale the negative.
The weight of her shoulders, gone.
As if someone had seen them and took them away.

Silently.

Time passes and time repeats as life continues.
She has her days, but never quits.
Mama, you're doing amazing.
You hold a beautiful glow, so captivating.

Love after love,
Hope after hope.
Snuggle after snuggle,
Memory after memory.

These are the days
That make everything worth it.
The days that overpower
The bad.

You've got this, mama.
I know it's hard to keep pushing.
But these babies chose you for a reason.
If you don't believe in yourself, they do.