Inspiring Poem for Kids

Count Your Blessings On The Worst Days

My son was 3 when I wrote this poem. His father was in Iraq and had 8 months before he would return home to stay. It was his second tour. This poem describes the daily stress and joy of a mother. I wrote it late one night after a hectic and tiring road trip. It began as a letter to my son trying to explain why Momma gets tired, grumpy, and impatient. Writing it, I learned the joy he always brings to my life outweighs the stress, and I believe knowing that gets us through each day.

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Carpe Diem 7/2008 (2nd Edition)

Lyndee A Champion-Ivey © more by Lyndee A Champion-Ivey

Published by Family Friend Poems January 2, 2024 with permission of the Author.

There are only twelve hours on a clock's face,
And sun up past sundown is a rapid race.

The day begins with tickling my sleepy head,
Watching "Little Einstein," with pop-tarts and juice, "I want red."
Dressing and washing and brushing his teeth,
"Don't forget to potty and put up the seat."

"Get Nellie in the car and a toy for your bag."
We're off to school; there's no time to lag.
Before running inside, he gives me a kiss,
And no goodbye tears is what I wish.

Next comes the traffic, then emails, and calls,
There's no time for lunch, just vending in the hall.
Quickly I make myself a list to do after five,
Like errands, and shopping, before I arrive.

With my "fireman" on board and his little dog too,
He tells me all about the animals at the zoo.
We sing lots of songs and play "Eye Spy,"
Then name the dinosaurs, 'easy as pie.'

At home, we arrive and unload our day,
Kick off our shoes, "It's time to go play."
First hockey, then golf, then a fast chase around.
My "pirate's" still sailing, but I've run aground.

Help Momma with supper. What will it be?
Spaghetti and meatballs? Chicken and peas?
"Yes," you can stir, but be careful it's hot.
I hope you're hungry, we've made a lot.

Here's your fork, and here's your spoon,
Eat it all up, or you'll be hungry soon.
Sweet potatoes, peas, and a buttery biscuit,
He gobbles it up like someone will get it.

Time for a bath with bubbles and toys,
He's having fun, I can tell by the noise.
The water's getting cold, the floor's soaking wet,
It's time to get out, "get ready, get set."

Now into bed, my little fellow,
Go pick a toy for under your pillow.
One cup of milk and two books to read,
Prayers to God and kisses from me.

The day is at end, and may you dream sweet,
Until the next blessed day, God lays at our feet.


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