Danielle N. Calhoun

MOMMY

I never would have guessed whatever it took
To make you happy but every time I look

I see that smile even as you sleep
I miss at times when you cry and you weep

Tickles and kisses
Hugs and high fives
These are my way
Of making you smile

When you are sick I just want to die
I never know what to do;
I never can give all the answers to why

It takes me so long to realize I am blessed
With the headaches and heart aches and other things that

Make me want to tell you to go away
I know that you know I do not mean it when

We start to argue and I tell you Goodbye
I leave the room and I start to cry

I know you’re a child and I should feel blessed
But sometimes it’s hard when I have Post Traumatic Stress

When you scream and you whine
When I tell you “no”

You want to play and I say “Let go”
I hate when I snap and I know it’s my fault

That I don’t seem to realize the reasons for the smiles

It’s not the hugs
The cuddles or kisses
It is the blessing of being a Mommy