My lists are essential, the new form of me
I write and rewrite them as neat as can be
Asterisks, numbers outlining the chores
Penned in my smartphone or a pad from the drawer
My list captures details, sees duties are met
God knows what would happen if I should forget
The sneakers, the lunch snacks, the trips and the rest
This list-raving lunatic will kill my soul yet
This is not what I signed for, not what I’d hoped
I wanted home blisses and now I feel choked
Minutia, non-crucials just deaden my soul
Once I was well bred and now I’m a troll
How do I get out from under these tasks?
I fret and I fear I’ll lose it and crash.
The bicker, the dropped towels, the socks in the hall
Infuriate! Why don’t they come when they’re called?
Here’s the solution, here’s what I can do,
Talk with friend/mothers who gave things up too.
Take daytrips, plan pastimes, do arts and good deeds
If my passions are pulsing, my kids will take heed
I’ll skippen my heart, I’ll sparken my brain
Share paintings! And movies! Songs like Penny Lane!
Enjoin other families who intrigue and delight
Feel love and feel lucky when all hug good night.