I was sure there was a Poetry Friday blogging meme, and there is, but it’s for sharing published poems, not original work. But I wrote this little ditty and had no place for it, so here it is. As parents, we love our children desperately, but sometimes the routine of the day can be trying. I think this captures that feeling of happiness mixed with exasperation.


My children revolve
around me, tiny
planets desperate
for warmth.
My skin, hot
to the touch.
Bacon splatter,
Scalded milk,
I burned
the toast