Mommy’s Magic


I am blessed to have this kind of stress.
Who knew you could ruin a child's day,
just by offering him the wrong kind of juice?
And who knew how quickly his frustration could diffuse
with a simple, "I love you".

I am not perfect, but to Aaron ...
I'm his superhero;
because it's like magic when mommy kisses the scrapes ...
the pain goes from ten to zero.

Isn't being a mother the greatest?
The T.V remote flies at my face while I write this.
That little shit ...
But isn't he the cutest?

They never let you sleep, we must be robotic ...
Or simply mechanically operative.
But for their smiles, we live.

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