Chronicle 59: Ode to the Shower

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.

xoxo,
The Hot (&Dirty) Mama