My verse about the changes we as mothers experience as they grow up…
Going With The Changes
With half-term nearly over
I kind of want to cry
I don’t want to leave this cosy bubble
this family, half term, on occasion, a lazy high
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So back to the norm tomorrow
the schedules in our lives
keeping things in order
feeding the family, in order to thrive
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Lists and endless letters
from all of their busy schools
making sure your children are sticking
to oh so many rules
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Keeping on top of clubs, uniforms and snacks
making sure that the right pencil case
is in the correct rucksack!
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Washing, ironing everything
I daren’t leave anything to chance
then softening the blow of
a could be, won’t be, teen romance
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Rushing out the door with my face made up
only on one side
making sure the puppy is safe
and secure, in her crate inside
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9 am I am back at home, the house is oh so quiet
the rooms are now without a sound
there is no sibling or family riot
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Clean the house a little bit
not really feeling bright
oh, I must get that feather duster out
and clean that centre light!
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The sound of guitar still in my head
from my daughters latest tune
sons trainers are strewn across the hall
It seems that putting away shoes, is something that our children are immune…to
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Lego pieces that once were king
now under Cupboards and chests of drawers
the toys are now gone, that once would hide
our cosy carpeted floors
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Bedrooms now, so much more grown-up
no posters of princess’s or heroes
now it’s just the football teams
or, a sultry, One Direction pose
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I turn on the radio for company
clean the breakfast things away
what can I do, just for me today
will I get used to life this way?
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Time will fly and time will race
we just can’t keep hold of it all
the toddlers, that were once, just two foot high
are now so very tall
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One day I will come home and close that once so busy,
red front door
life will have changed forever
no children will live here anymore
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I will think back and smile and think of all the fun
its still going to be a while until you go
hold tight and walk a little before you run
I will always be your Mum, you know….
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Written by Mandy Dineley October 2012
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