housewife note, no. 24601

Below is a poem I jotted out while literally half awake, puffy tearing eyes (not from crying, from tiredness), the other night. I’m guessing some of my stay-at-home mommy friends might relate. Wiping butts all for the glory of God, right? And for the love of our children? Here, here! šŸ™‚

days rush by!
no time to breathe!
what can i do
for me, me, me?

berry la croix & “ready player one”
since when was sparkling water
& a book
such fun?

no, but,
srsly.
and i mean,
srsly.

this job has me
pwned.

and they call me
“housewife”?
well, i’ll be
darned.

i feel so much more.
a giver of…?
life!

what a dinky, boring title–
plain ole’ fashioned “housewife”?
oh,
heck no.

i give and i give
and i give
watching my insides
die.

but it’s for them,
for them!

and anyway,
when have i also
ever felt
so alive?

those smiles and
those eyes.
i swear they’ll
kill ya quick.

such a venomous bite!
that adorable
neediness.

but they’re mine, mine, mine
and they’re ours
and O, they’re His!

so, i’ll gladly die to self
for this joy,
this hard love.

this bliss,
this bliss.
His bliss.

our happiness.

(c) awakenwonder

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