by Cindy Ecay
Sunday, December 22, 2002
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Lucky Charms in the sink drain,
Fingerprints on the mirror,
They become opaque, then invisible, blend into the haze that is my day
Taking care, taking care...
Rolled up band-aids stuck to the carpet,
Bathroom sink now a child-made waterfall, all over the bathroom floor.
How many times can I put things right, clean up my life, fight the fight..
Taking care, always, always taking care...
Kissing boo boos, filling sippy cups with apple juice and
Lifting the littlest one onto the potty, and helping her down when
Molding hot dogs from play-doh, and scraping it off the counter
Just in time for dinner again, more to do, still more to do.
Always, always taking care..
But what about the caregiver, what of the one who takes care?
Who's there to lend a hand at my darkest hour, to be a soulmate, a friend?
How long can my needs go neglected?
How long can I wither and cry?
I need a drink of pure love now, for without it I surely will die.
(written as I go to lie w/my little one still in blissful slumber, maybe I'll find it there....)
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|Reviewed by Brittany Renée
|I saw an Oprah show similar to this poem ;) I can agree. I'm not yet in that position, but sometimes a child's love isn't always what you need. A mother, a wife, a woman, a person, needs something a bit more. Like Peggy said, take time for yourself. Maybe you need to make a daily planner, even for simple things, and make time for a bubble bath with your favourite music and films ;)
*- Brittany -*
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Yes it can get difficult...but the rewards at time can be unequaled and a million women would gladly step in and take your place. Merry Christmas for you and family.
|Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
|You have no idea how lucky you are.|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|((((((((((CINDY))))))))) God, I know the feeling. Love & Happy Holidays, JC xoxoxo|