Daily post · life experience · Poem

Blink’s time 

The messy house and fussy brain ,

Screaming toddler and a wailing infant ,

All I yearn is a peaceful sleep 

A leisurely pedicure 

And a hot coffee to sip ,

A day with no brushing fights 

A day with no bathing battles!!

Seemingly a distant dream 

Not so in reality 

It shall fly in a blink’s time. 
These are my a portion of my day or any mother’s day . In response to dailypost prompt distant . Distant

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