Who Am I?

February 7, 2015

Who am I?

I am me.

I do what you do,

I see what you see.

I'm just the mom with spit up in her hair,

Who puts on her makeup before she goes anywhere.

I dress up my baby from head to toe,

Just to impress people I don’t even know.

I'm a quiet mom, at least that’s what you see,

But inside my head I'm much more lively.

If only you could see the real me,

That’s the person I want to be.

You see the mom who's got it all figured out,

Even though I'm just the mom with a lot of doubt.

I'm not that mom you see online;

My house is a mess and I'm never on time.

But my son is happy and there's a roof over his head.

He gets plenty of food and a nice warm bed.

Who am I? I am a mom and wife.

So It doesn't matter what people think, because that’s my life.

By: Sierra Stitt

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