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Motherhood-Poems
Poems on Motherhood
Before I was a Mom
Author - UnknownBefore I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
Excuse This House
Author- UnknownSome houses try to hide the fact
That children shelter there,
Ours boasts it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges are on the doors
I should apologize, I guess
For toys strew on the floor.
But I sat down with my child
And we played and laughed and read
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,
His eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I’m forced to choose
The one job or the other,
I’d like to cook and clean and scrub,
But first I’ll be a mother.
Patience
Author - UnknownGive me patience when little hands,
Tug at me with small demands,
Give me gentle words and smiling eyes
And keep my lips from sharp replies,
So in years to come when my house is still
Beautiful memories it's rooms may fill.
What Did I Do Today
Author - UnknownToday I left some dishes dirty,
The bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely be there still next fall.
The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today?
I held a baby till she slept,
I held a toddler while he wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone
With deep green eyes and soft brown hair,
If that is true... I've done my share.
I Love a House That's Lived In
Gladys Wilson
I love a house that's "lived in"
with clutter here and there
a magazine left open
a jacket on a chair
a smell of something cooking
a special recipe?
an over eager offer
of hospitality
i love a house that's "lived in"
it seems to stand apart
for in it is a woman
who has a loving heart
Ode to Potty Training
Author - Amanda CummingsWhat's the most disgusting job that you really desire to do?
Potty training a child who is three or worse, two.
The cost of those diapers drives you slowly insane,
Messing with the coherent thoughts in your brain.
I could save $516 dollars a year,
If only he didn't have to wear those things on his rear.
So you start the inevitable, the disgusting, the gross,
You buy the potty chair you think he'll like most.
Your spirits are high and everything seems fun
No problem you think, this can easily be done.
And then it begins, the bribing and prodding
Only to turn into moments of sobbing.
Olympic sprinters are not as fast as you
When you've got a child who says he needs to poo.
Your life becomes reminders, nagging and cleanings
And you wonder to yourself if your life has any meaning.
And then the most wonderful day arrives,
The poop in the potty brings a tear to your eyes.
You scream, clap, and yell in delight
The grossness in the potty is the most beautiful sight
The light at the end of the tunnel is near
Soon, no more diapers to buy for his rear.
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