It's hard to be one when you're stretched out to three
It's hard to meet your own, when you are meeting so many others needs
It's hard to focus on the glisten of your own smile
When you are chasing the insurance of the smile of your child
When you see their smiles you are always so pleased
It's so hard to be one when you're stretched out to three
What a mind boggling moment when someone calls you selfish
When you skip your own meals to ensure younger you's have a good breakfast
The judgemental eyes when you beg for just one night alone
Looked at like a sinner for not wanting to stay at home
When you look after the young how you crave to feel young again
But as a mother there is no time for being vain
To do everything for their happiness without being able to complain
To chew and swallow your own words whilst organising there's and your own thoughts
to make sure you stay sane
all the while you just crave a warm bath and one night to be
It's hard to be one when you're stretched out to three
all the while overcoming obstacles people can't even see
it's hard to help one, so where is it possible to fit in time for me?
When I am stretched out to three
Of course without her babies her earth would be without orbit
Sometimes I watch her raise three perfectly
whilst she treats herself like an orphan and I can't absorb it
When that mother takes one night out to be free
Close judgemental eyes as there is so much more you don't see
She deserves to treat herself like one
Since she is living her life stretched out to three
For a friend xxx
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PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
