Nothing Left

 Poem written April 9th

By end of day,

There's not much left

My energy is stretched

Between the morning routine

And toddler tears as I run out the door.

Always late

To meet the next person

Who needs something from me

And back home it's supper, and dishes

And do your homework.

It's stop running,

Stop fighting.

It's time for a bath.

It's time for bed.

But when it's finally quiet,

I'm broken.

I lost pieces somewhere

I hope I can find them tomorrow (I'll only find half of them)

I feel guilty I feel so tired.

I'm sorry 

I have nothing left to give.