You and I were close friends once,
And I took it all for granted.
This ode's to you, dear shower, pal.
My view's now slightly slanted.
I used to step under the water,
Steaming hot, sublime.
My eyes would close, my mind would wander,
Once upon a time.
The gentle pulse would wash me clean,
My worries down the drain.
Alas, I have no time for you,
Just time for mommy brain.
My children, see, have come between us.
They need every second I gather
My hands are full (my heart is, too),
But I'm starting to need a lather.
I'm feeling like a Shel Silverstein poem,
with layers of dirt on my skin,
and hair that houses bats and mice,
and clothes thrice lived in.
I know your layers of soap scum
are feeling quite the same,
please don't leave me, shower -
I know I'm being lame.
For now, I'll have to be content
with dreams of that glistening stall
I'll close my eyes (don't fall asleep!)
and hear the water fall.
I miss you, shower.
The Hot (&Dirty) Mama