Morning Patience

In the bustle of the morning,
Kindreds grant me patience.
As I’m called on to brush and braid hair,
To pour cereal and milk,
To help get dressed,
To help with the potty,
And on and on and on. 
The never-ending refrain of “Mom!”
Resounds in my sadly still empty coffee mug.
So, Kindreds… patience and compassion this morning. 
Please. 

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