Near the window ,looking at the rain –
I sat with a hot coffee ,
A wail I hear , ran to my baby
Back now and hot coffee is a cold coffee.
No qualms – for this shall be past soon .
I’m singing under the shower ,
A leisurely shower ,
A bang on the door ,
I’m out in seconds ,
No qualms- for this shall be past soon.
A wedding to go ,
I’m up in the wee hours ,
Not for my make up ,
Not for my dress up ,
But I have two tiny girls
Whom I’ve to wake, wash and dress up .
No qualms- for this shall be past soon .
This is also a page of my life(If you scroll down you can understand more from other posts) . Something which happens every day with my kids .In response to the daily post prompt qualms.Qualm