Poem for Moms 👩👵
Oct 28, 2025
I was searching my notes that I’ve collected over the years, and I came across this “random” poem-ISH. I searched to see who wrote it and when I may have saved it - I can’t find the author! I took the liberty to make some changes, hence Poem-ish, but overall this poem was written by I-don’t-know-who.
When I Think About My Children
When I think about my children,
And the years when they were small,
Those hectic days, I now can see,
Were simpler times — for me.
Back to school, checkups, birthdays —
My time was never free.
Braces, books, and bedtimes,
And sleepless nights for me.
I survived those cuts and bruises,
And their tears that broke my heart —
Balancing my busy life,
To be patient, yet stay smart.
My days began with nursery rhymes,
And ended, Goodnight Moon.
I blinked — and guess what happened?
They grew up far too soon.
But nothing really changed that much,
I still can’t sleep at night.
Still juggling all the pieces,
Still trying to do what’s right.
I was sure that when they’d grown,
I’d have some time for me —
But I must have been mistaken,
Because I’m anything but free.
He wants me just to listen,
She’s feeling kind of blue.
I want so much to help them —
Can I split myself in two?
He’s off to learn in Israel,
She’s learning how to drive.
She’s going into labor —
How on earth will I survive?
He’s starting a new job now,
She’s dating someone new.
Her baby just turned one —
And she’s having number two!
Their house is not quite ready,
They need a place to stay.
“Would you mind watching the kids?
We need to get away.”
She’s married but she’s not sure if she’s happy,
He’s waiting for kids someday.
Life keeps throwing challenges,
In its complicated way.
Sometimes you’ll catch me dreaming,
Of the days when they were small —
In my heart they’ll stay forever,
My babies, after all.
They needed me so much back then —
Or so it seemed to be.
But truth be told, I needed them,
As much as they needed me.
And even now, I need them still —
Just a little. Grown-up-ish. Me.
, Shifi
