This time last year,
My son slept on the couch;
My girl was inconsolable;
My husband, just as much.
This time last year,
I hobbled on a cane;
I struggled with the staircase;
My kids drove me insane.
This time last year,
I got no sleep at all;
My son was throwing I-Pads,
Leaving vomit in the hall.
This time last year,
My son was hating school;
My other son was arguing:
Now, silence is the rule.
Oh, but I was pure, and I was doing it alone!
How my pride would swell as I looked ‘round my messy home!
No meds for my bouncy boy! Too many meds for me;
You had to wheel me ‘round the park, a babe in infancy.
This time last year
I wondered if I’d walk.
But now the sun is gleaming bright:
My joy has just eclipsed the night—
If only my boy spoke.
I look forward to hearing what you think of this post!.