Snotty noses and drooling mouths consume these winter days,
While piles of dishes and chores go south on my list of things to blaze.
The frustrated cries of tiny mouths unable to make needs known,
Follow me around this messy house like a servant to the throne.
But the servant am I to these tiny one’s cry as I shuffle with haste to and fro.
Addressing each need one at a time through a process of elimination I go.
Until noses and bottoms and tears are dried and the kiddos are all tucked away.
With my appearance disheveled and my nerves fried I succumb to the end of the day.
(Melissa Frank 12/11/12)