Mommy, Mommy, Mommy

“Mommy, mommy, mommy,”

Is all I seem to hear

“Mommy, mommy, mommy.”

Is it my chance to disappear?

I hear that name again,

That the birth of him has given me;

And yet I sometimes dread it,

When all I want is peace and quiet.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!

Do you see me in front of you?

Mommy, mommy, mommy!

I’m dancing for you, too!”

And so it seems I adore him;

Once again, I remember,

Why I love him as much as I do;

And what a blessing he truly is.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!

Can you sing me to sleep?

Mommy, mommy, mommy!

And tell me a story?”

Nothing is better,

Than kissing him goodnight;

Or the peace and quiet,

That comes with tucking him in.

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Written on 9/28/10

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