She broke her baby’s head off (4 mutter's day)

[Brownlie]

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She broke her baby’s head off,
I had to put it back on,
does that make me a god?

Would it help to know
she is two years old,
and the baby only plastic.

But, am I any less a god
to her.
Or am I just,
Mommy?


©2002 ~Erthona

I meant to post this poem here:

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,

Leads by the hand her little child to bed,

Half willing, half reluctant to be led,

And leave his broken playthings on the floor,

Still gazing at them through the open door,

Nor wholly reassured and comforted

By promises of others in their stead,

Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;

So Nature deals with us, and takes away

Our playthings one by one, and by the hand

Leads us to rest so gently, that we go

Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,

Being too full of sleep to understand

How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
-Longfellow

This might be seen as a bit disconnected and frumpy, but it seemed pertinent.