Monday, April 2, 2012

The Legend of Supermom

I have a secret identity
That I cannot escape,
In reality I’m Supermom
In a stain-resistant cape.

Daily I bring order
To our frenzied home-front scene.
My lack of sleep means little,
‘Cause I’m powered by caffeine.

I can leap large piles of laundry
With just a single bound,
And my skill at fighting dust bunnies
Is certain to astound.

Alarm clock, breakfast, out the door,
We hustle off to school.
Juggling errands and appointments,
And I never lose my cool.

Then it’s practice, lessons, dinner,
And a giant homework stack.
Dishes, bath time, PJ’s,
And tomorrow’s lunch to pack.

Armed with only humor
And a quick imagination,
What’s the best reward for Supermom?
An extended solo vacation!


Laurie Kolp said...

Love, love, love this, Mary!

Mary said...

I love this! May you get that vacation! (In your dreams, heh?)

*** said...

Can't stop laughing.
Love the stain-resistant cape.And I can picture you in mid-leap over the dirty laundry.
Such fun.
BTW, you say not everything is automatically autobiographical. I so hope that today's poem [april 3rd] isn't either.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Yay Super Mom! Love it!

Anna :o]