Piles: A Poem for Exasperated Moms
Piles and piles
And piles galore,
Piles all over the floor
My son came home
And stacked up a pile
Of papers returned that day
My daughter stayed home
And built many piles
Of delightful, five-year-old play
The man of the house
Stores his socks in a heap;
I imagine things I’ll never say
Really, they’re all heathens!
But me?
I’m perfect in every way
Piles and piles
And piles galore,
Piles all over the floor
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This post also includes something special! I had a good friend mention to me earlier this year that including an audio reading of blog posts, articles, etc. is becoming more popular online and allows more people to access information.
So, without further introduction, here’s me, reading my poem out loud to you. I hope you enjoy the melodic sound of my voice as you consider your own feelings about piles:
Piles: A Poem for Exasperated Moms
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6 Comments
Sue Halberstadt
Cute poem, but I especially like hearing you read it! Love, Aunt Sue
Hannah
Thanks, Aunt Sue :). It was a fun experiment. Love you!
Gail Myers
Hannah, this was a delightful way to start my day (little rhyme there🙂). Thanks for the smile.
Hannah
I like your rhyme. Thank for taking the time to listen to my poem. You’re always welcome at my pile-y home!
Kelsey
I love this poem sis! And I can definitely relate to it. Just wait until your kids are teenagers!! (isn’t it funny I got there first 🙂 )
Hannah
Aaaah! It is funny, and scary :D.