I hear the mothers talk
in my heart now.
It was there before, but not as loud.
Before it was a whisper,
white noise I could
It has grown more profound.
It stalks me when my children
aren't around and says
"get use to this- it's coming"
I get irritated at the dirt and the smells
at the quarrels (yeah, fights)
the civil disobediance
and smart mouth replies.
I bitch and I moan and sometimes I cry...
But I hear the mothers talk
more clear and more sound,
reminding me forever is an illusion,
that one day they won't be around.
So... I pick up the dirt and spray out the smells
I talk through the fights (okay, sometimes I YELL)
I encourage obediance
and kiss the smart mouths
I bitch and I moan and sometimes I cry
knowing my babies are learning to fly!