This is me...

I found this poem... I wrote it almost 2 years ago now... November 2009!

But I thought I'd crazily share it anyway...

According to T, I am 'Mr Mummy', but actually...

I am the one that wipes food off tables and floors

And handprints of the walls and doors,

I am me

I am the wife,

that makes cups of tea,

shouts for dinner and screams 'nobody listens to me'

I'm that sister that misses your teasing and funny ways

The daughter that calls, but forgets what she says

I am me

I am whatever you need me to be:

potty cleaner

bed maker and short order cook,

I am the one who reads your bedtime book

I am me

I listen to the moans and the stamping foot on the floor

Then I get up every morning and listen to some more...

I am me

I am the one who checks you're asleep and tucked up tight

I am the one who wants to get this mummy thing just right...

I am me

I am the woman who sneaks off for a quick sew

But I'm there if you need, you know?

I am me

I am a stitcher, a fabric hoarder this is true,

But I am the one who wants you to be you....

I am me

Many names for a mother a friend and wife

Many people I've met in this life

Many blessings, sadness too

All part of me being part of you

It's my birthday I heard them say

I weigh a lot more than I did that first day!

In fact, I'm so big, I'm a great big lump

I feel like I've been blown up with a bicycle pump!

What happened to the 'little girl' that started this life

She ate all the pies and became Spratt's wife!

Never mind, when I pass from this earth

At least all will know, I got my fill's worth!