I thought I’d write a poem this time
Cuz my ideas have been low.
I like to bounce my words around
And speak aloud and slow.
I find it gets my brain stirred up
And makes me laugh in my head.
I feel just like my fourth-grader
As I review the prose ahead.
But the reality is, it’s been a long time
That I’ve been writing this blog,
This post is number two nighty-six
And some weeks it’s a bit of a slog.
I love to write and the feedback is great
Per month I’ve got thousands of reads.
But when push comes to shove, the real story is
I need hours to be grown from seeds.
Between hockey and skiing,
Now is lacrosse and baseball,
School pickups and dropoffs
It’s become quite the haul.
Time is tricky to find
In the balance as a mum,
I wish those time seeds
Could be planted with my thumb.
I’d grow some for RockTape
And the Burlington Runners Club,
My writing commitments
Could be grown like a shrub.
I’d plant some more seeds
For my New York training fears.
There’s that 42.2 looming
My first marathon in twelve years.
Let’s not forget date nights
Which are nearly non-existent.
And our evenings on the couch
Have been less than consistent.
There’s parent council meetings at school
And kids coaching to do,
We also have a puppy,
She’s sweet and her name’s Blue.
There you have it my friends
What I’m trying to say,
Is let’s see what happens
At least I posted today.
I’m at my kitchen table,
I booked an hour off the hook
To wrap my brain around ideas
And maybe finally start my book.
But all that I’ve accomplished
Is this three-hundred word poem.
Yet I’ve also built this life;
My family, house, and home.
So even though it’s busy,
Full of rush and multi-tasking
It’s what I’ve chosen, what I’m proud of,
And in that I will stay basking.
I saw this post on Instagram,
It’s the background on my phone.
I’m thankful for every piece of my life
But perhaps I need a clone.