Riley's poem

Lately I haven't felt like I've been the best mum in the world.

Riley's been playing up and has spent heaps of time in his room

He doesn't stop, when he plays with other kids he seems to annoy them

He gets so excited that he throws things around

He says bum, pee, poo poo and boobs all the time

He stands in the middle of friends yards and screams for 1/2 hour because he wants to go to nana house

He throws things around the house all the time

Charlee fell over at nannys house and was screaming

so Riley got angry and kicked her

He walked up to nanny's tv and hit it

The hardest thing for me to do is stand back and accept that that's Riley

I can't mould him to be someone he's not

I just have to accept that he is and individual and different

He's his own little person with all the emotions that go with it

After the maggoted moron left I couldn't sleep so I picked up a poem book I love.

It's funny how the universe works I opened up at the poem below

I began to read it and became very emotional

My hands were busy through the day

I didn't have much time to play

The little games you asked me to

I didn't have much time for you

I worked hard all day to provide things for you

But when you'd bring your picture book

and ask me please to share your fun

I'd say a little later my darling

I'd tuck you in all safe at night

and hear your prayers turn out the light

then tip toe softly to the door

I wish I'd stayed a minute more

For life is short the years rush past

A little child grows up so fast

No longer are they at your side

their precious secrets to confide

The picture books are put away

There are no children's games to play

No good night kiss no prayers to hear

That all belongs to yesteryear

My hands once busy now lie still

The days are long and hard to fill

How I long to go back and do

The little things you asked me to

Puts things in perspective doesn't it

Keep Glowing

Kym