too many small hands touching me
too many voices calling me
after all there's only one of me
i took count six hands are touching me
three mouths are calling me
six eyes they're watching me
i'm so tired
its this infinite routine
i've memorized
i can do this
with no use of eyes

i'm laughing i'm laughing
God i feel mad
thoughts racing thoughts racing
i'm sure i've gone mad
my body I've abused
lack of sleep its normal
now infused
3 am i'm up before first light
12 am i pray I'll sleep tonight

my baby his lungs
they're not so strong
if i blink look away fall asleeep
hell be gone

my oldest his mind
is a lot like mine
im afraid one day
trouble he'll find

my daughter
my beautiful baby girl
plays mommy
i see she wants to be me
omg don't have when you're only 18

all these thing
they constantly
worry me

(((Tay)))...I love your poetry ...Expressions of your life....When I was young, I felt much of what you express here....Thank you for sharing...

How blessed your little ones are to have a your devotion. The years fly by, treasure the little moments. Sending prayers and strength your way. From one mother to another, I know....

all we can do
experience life
love and change