Sleep.
Doesn’t come easily as a single mum….
Someone’s down the roads rooster being the household alarm….
Waking my kids at early AM,
I can not get a handle on sleep again.

I’m knackered and anxious,
Stung thin…
While the rooster Crows at break of day, even before then.

And I’m exhausted once alone, to do the best job I can,
With the kids dad telling me I’m failing them,
They run away,
From responsibility,
Don’t wanna deal with their lives,
Not the ones to deal with their crap,
Fob it off to the next females lap.

I’m exhausted I’m tired,
The days are young,
They won’t last forever,
I wish I could believe that statement, clever.

For I know one day life will become simple,
And I won’t as frequently see my kids dimples,
But right now time drag’s,
Another day on little sleep,
Tired and weary, and yet my patience to keep…

So I pace myself,
Do what I can,
Listen to my body,
And learn to accept offers of help from my family’s hands.

For I am weary, tired,
Slightly alone,
Seeking comfort in God,
I’m never alone.

But man this is tough,
It’s so hard I say,
And toiling me in almost every way.

These days are short,
These numbers on sleep; futile,

They won’t last forever,
But boy does time stand still,
Thanks to the rooster who lives up the hill.