Despite my plans to doze off soon, like right at sev’n-o-two,
My child’ren say they’re much too wired, they say that they aren’t tired –
And so, those monkeys go ahead, while I daydream of bed;
They fin’lly snooze as daytime breaks. I rest my head…
And it’s awake.
©2020 Chel Owens
“I can’t say I’m an inspirational mother. Instead of wise aphorisms or encouragements, my children will remember things like ‘I’m not an octopus,’ and, ‘Your brother’s head is not a weapon.'”
-Chel Owens
“They say to never cry over spilt milk. Well, whoever said that clearly never cleaned up after children.”
-Chel Owens
A ball, a sock, a crawl, a walk
‘Twixt cupboard wares and open stairs
The baby’s on the move.
A lid, a crumb, once-diapered bum
Beneath the chairs; where’er he dares
The baby’s on the move.
A scarf, a boot, a laugh, a scoot
From houseplant fares to mother’s hairs
Why taught we him to move?
©2020 Chel Owens
“Life, as a parent, is not like a box of chocolates or a bed of roses -unless every chocolate has tiny bites out of it and the roses have died and their petals are all over the floor.”
-Chel Owens
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