"Parenting Style: Survivalist" Opening Poem
Well guess who's back on the
new baby train
just as the mom-fog
was leaving your brain!
Who wouldn't buy a ticket and
get back on the ride
where you never sleep again
and have nowhere to hide?
For a fuller table, of course -
to watch siblings play.
To run in circles and wonder what
you accomplished all day.
You now live to clean up messes
while kids eat off the floor,
but what you're gaining as a mother
means just so much more.