Poem Blog

When I slipped on my shoe this morning, there was a little toy in it. I growled at first, and then it hit me that one day I will never step on a Lego or Barbie shoe or tiny tire again. This poem flowed out of those feelings.


There's a Nerf ball in my kitchen floor
A tiny tire in my shoe
Orphaned Legos everywhere I look
Empty juice cups, too.

Barbie shoes under my feet
Polly Pocket has lost her shirt
Hairbows, headbands, single socks
Tennis shoes covered in dirt.

The playroom floor is covered in toys
Crayon scribbles cover my walls
Books are scattered here and there
Someone's Crocs are in the hall.

This one is yelling at that one,
Radios blare from every room
Lightsaber battles on my front lawn,
Vader cries, "Mommy!" as he meets his doom.

There are dirty dishes in my sink
Laundry needs to be done
So many things I could be doing
But I'd miss out on the fun.

As long as there are children here
This house will be a mess
One day my house will be tidy
One day I'll get some rest.

I don't want that day to come too soon;
I like having my children near.
It won't be long before they're gone,
And I'll be all alone here.

Longing to step on the Legos
And Barbie shoes that once littered the floor
My children will be grown and have moved away
And I'll wish they were babies once more.