Working full time mom,

Not a moment of silence. 

This for me is just something doodling brought me to create, I by no means am any kind of drawer. Day to day, seems like a broken record, stuck on repeat. Happiness and dreams being complete is just barely in reach and each day seems a little closer but always out of grasp. 


Mom life

50 hour weeks, 20 hour day

Home sweet home 

Dinner and daze.

Bed time soon

We’ll take a bath

Let’s read a story,

“Yes baby it’s alright”

Close your eyes

It’s time for nuh-night 

Yay! It’s Sunday,

Time for mom to get to play

Oh wait, it’s laundry day 

Washing folding putting away

The dishes are now done,

The kitchen I’ll stay

Breakfast, dishes, lunch and snack

Floors and cabinets 

That is that

On to the bathrooms 

Get a gas mask 

“Can you get off your sister”

Bleaching, mopping

Time for naps

Time for mom to relax

Is this it?

Is this it?

Your negativity, its killing me.
The pain it’s causing,

I wish you would see 

I love you more 

than you could dream.

But in reality we should leave. 

They say you can’t force love,

I wonder if I have been trying?

Our dreams were once tied,

now seem to have tangled and torn.

Your emotionless

 except anger and scorn.

The man we love, 

I know is inside…

We can’t wait forever 

for him not to hide.

Build this life with me.

Make it all it can be.

Family, friends, normalcy.

Let’s take this ride,

and see.