Poetry / Family

Super Mom

When your kids think you’re a super mom knowing all and doing everything they ask.

Flying, trying, and crying Three feelings I feel now When parenting my children

Flying from one place to the other Trying to do new things together Crying when things don’t work out

Flying from child to the other child Trying to understand their minds Crying when they don’t listen at all

Flying to get dinner ready on time Trying to make something healthy Crying when all the food is burnt

Flying to my notes what not to forget Trying to remember all things for them Crying when plans do change often

Flying to my own needs now and then Trying to find the time I desperately need Crying when my me-time is interrupted

For all the mother and father out there in the world. You’re not alone to keep the balls in the air. So, this poem is for you.