Tired. A Poem

I Am Tired...

of bedtime battles

of kids who won't eat

of tattle-tales

of sibling rivalry

of kids who won't share

of whining



I Am Not Tired...

of sweet hugs and wet kisses

of endearing voices that say words wrong

of being having three buggles to snuggle with

of innocent laughter

of the most precious faces I've ever seen

of loving so much it hurts inside