I wish…
If I could transfer my two mountain Everest Sitting on my chest To my drowsy husband, who says, I should bear patience for this test The milk-pumping machine I’ve become; that’s how I could describe it best With non-endless days and nights of no rest This little munchkin of mine from heaven is a helluva guest Exhaustion had me looking like a zombie, but STILL, in prayers, I protest For my breast To soon be at peace from the wildness of this unrest And to all the struggling mamas whom to this struggle they attest. May we all soon reap the rewards of our frustrations in this spiritual and physical bonding quest.
