Sometimes - Poem

Sometimes you feel like you're winning,
Other times you are just staying afloat.
Sometimes your temper is fraying,
Others you can smile throughout.

"Don't do that."
"Get dressed."
"Let's go"
"Stop hitting each other."
"Eat your dinner NOW!"

Little battles everyday,
Little victories too.
Parenthood is definitely challenging,
Rewarding and a test.

A smile,
A cry,
A hug,
A scream.

A kiss,
A shout,
A cheer,
A blame.

Remember sometimes we are winning,
Sometimes we are just staying afloat.
Tomorrow is always a new day,
So don't beat yourself up or worry.

Are you a friend or foe? - Poem

Are you a friend or foe?
Do you lift me up or make me sad?
Do the good times outweigh the bad?
Should we part ways or carry on to the end?

My recollections are sometimes jaded.
Have things got blurred or faded?
Do you remember them like I do?
Am I being selfish or not seeing your view?

Things have changed its clear to see.
Maybe interpretations are distorted.
To be judged or judge.
Do we really see through truth?

Our actions are not always as they seem.
We act on loyalty, friendship or duty.
Our thoughts are our own.
Are they friend or foe?


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Summer holiday's poem

The sun is shining,
The sky is blue.
Thank god its not raining you think,
But wait.........

"Mum can we go to the park."
You hear for the millionth time this week.
You really want a day at home
Why can't the kids entertain themselves?

They have toys, lego, a hundred dvds,
Just go and play!!!
You mentally count down the days till school,
But then shudder at the thought of the dreaded school run.

The summer holidays are both fun & torture,
The days can be amazing or stress.
I hope all you parents out there are coping,
Let's all smile together & pass the wine!

Do you ever lose yourself? - Poem

Do you ever lose yourself?
You're not sure where you've gone.
Little things change or happen,
Months may past before you realise.

Raising children is hard work,
Rewarding and at times fun.
But it can also sap your energy,
Time no longer your own.

Relationships change,
For good & for bad.
Sometimes conversations end,
You wonder when or how.

Some days are full of positives,
Others full of grey.
Life can be a challenge,
Lonely, full, happy or sad.

The one thing to remember,
Is those little people are yours.
Your perfect creations,
Through the ups, downs and rows.

Emma xxx

Homework Project - My slightly iffy poem

Homework for you or the kids???
My slightly iffy poem.

Yippee it's Friday the working week is done
I love saturday and sunday to chill out & rest.
But hold on what's this
A project to be put you to the test.

Please can you make a statue this weekend
A shoe or a rainforest perhaps an igloo.
I'm not really crafty I hate bits and bobs
A trip to the pound shop for felt, paper & glue.

The project gets of to a good start
Then moaning commences and contains to rise.
Creative differences start to emerge
Should it be blue or what sort of size?

You end up sticking bits on by yourself
Cursing the teachers for the mess.
Eventually the task comes to an end
The project looks OK you have tried your best.

On Monday your child is full of smiles
Proudly taking the project glue thankfully dried.
You pray on Friday it will be a simpler task
Or someone else might do it & you can laugh.