Boring
No challenging conversation,
endless words with no meaning
Noise with no sound
Songs with no music
Breath in, breath out
Clean a bottom, wipe a nose,
Solve conflicts, cook, comfort and hold
Then to tired to go to aerobics and watch tv instead.
Lillian, 29. August 2002
I wrote this poem when my little boy was 2 years old. What a difficult age! He was always getting in the way of his sibblings and keeping me busy 24 hours a day. My life revolved around him. I desperately missed adult conversation 🙂