My Ode to SAHMs

April Fool has come and gone
And so the new year marches on
From dawn to dusk our days are full

From runny noses to boo boo bums
We wipe and swipe and then it comes
The school bus is here! and that's no bull

There go your oldest, first out the gate
The little one ain't dressed and you're going to be late
Now settle in for the ride of your life...

As we pile in the van with our lunches in hand
To race Father Time and his hefty demands
Taunting us with such struggles and strife

Like John McClain, you think this can stop us?
The mothers who live night and day with this bunch?
No way! Nothing intimidates a true go-getter

Even then, my dear friend, we SAHMs can resist
The awful temptations of sweet happiness
And promises that, "it will get better..."

The older they get, the faster they run
So, look out grandma, here they come!
The children we greatly adore

We ARE supermom, superwoman, and all
What we get in return is the blame of their fall
Are you kidding? That's What We LIVE FOR!

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If I had taken more time, to think of my rhymes, this sorry excuse for a poem would be much better. Of course, the last verse refers to the 'Mother's Curse' of having kids "Just Like You." However, being a Stay-At-Home-Mama does have its perks. The memories, the laughter, the exercise! Just to name a few.

This was my way of saying, "Happy SAHMs Day" wherever and whenever you are! The Twisted Muse proudly salutes Stay-At-Home-Moms! Be strong, Momma, we got yo back!

-emg