My sister's poem on motherhood

He looked in the cabinet and under the sink,
found the nail polish (of course it was pink)
spilled it all over the newly cleaned floor;
opened the blinds and ran out the door.
He pulled out all the movies and spread them around
Was gone for ten minutes, not making a sound.
When I found him the peanut butter was open and smeared
on the counter and carpet, just as I feared.
At the park he simply was not content
to go down the slide as I had meant.
Instead he ran away for, like a mile
So I followed, forcing a smile.
At home he wanted me to read him a book
I read one page and that's all that it took
Until he was hungry for something to eat
No, not the carrots-- only a treat.
When the day was over and I was done,
Fed him some dinner (a messy one).
Cleaned up his hair of all the spaghetti
Even though I'd done it twice already.
Put on his jammies and rocked him to sleep,
tiptoed to the door without making a peep.
Exhausted, I rested my head in my hands,
drained of all the energy a child demands.
I have to admit, with all that it takes,
all the grief, effort, time and heartaches;
What I do all day is not an easy thing
to raise an incredible human being!