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Friday night

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Sat on my way to the toilet tonight

was a little toy car as a scary delight


It's Friday night, another week's over

we're finally here, I wish I were sober


As you're all comfy, tucked up in your bed

I'm lone downstairs with thoughts in my head


With reminders all round saying you are home

and as you are here, all this stuff I must own


the house is mess, I've got nothing done

you've been making demands and I miss having fun


Who would have thought it just 4 years ago,

I'd leave my ambitions for watching you grow?


It's been a long day and I've been pretty busy

doing washing and tidying, who most think is easy


been putting your clothes in a very neat pile

you rant and you rave but you want me to smile


I set up your telly, it took all day long

oh I wish, how I wish that I'd never begun

with feeding you almost what seemed every hour

I had on my list that I must take a shower!


I even went through all the books that you own

hiding ones you don't like and ones you've outgrown


Gran reads them to you when she does pop in

and you eagerly listen and sometimes you spin


You seem to like books which happen to rhyme

Mr nosey for one that cost less than a dime


you like to repeat every word that you own

no sentence or phrases are commonly known


You're a sweet little thing but not easily pleased

sometimes all of this brings me to my knees.


They tell me you're happy and clearly it shows

You're usually smiling and wearing nice clothes


but also they tell me, that " You're a spoilt brat"

and I must sort you out or that could be that.


Oh Alex oh Alex the boss of my life

I need to take charge of what's left of my life


I left all I am to just clean up your mess

and I say as it do it, oh bless him, oh bless


so here we are on a Friday night

with an empty rose and a sleep deprived sight


You rest assured we'll always be here

to guard and to cuddle you as you may fear


but forgive and forgive me, my poem's a fight

it doesn't rhyme properly and it isn't quite right!

well English was never my first ever language

but was it or is it, and what would it salvage?


these were a few words plucked out of my head

as you lay upstairs and you're safe in your bed

we love you and live you from morning till 6

but from 6 until 8 we could do with a fix.


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I write about my struggles as a mum of a highly sensitive child and dealing with the education system. Our fights over 10 years with the  broken system, who were   determined to label him Autistic and how I managed to combat this. My journey as a migrant from a mixed marriage who lived through one war and chose her maternal country in the end in pursuit of happiness.

 

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