Grin and Bear It

Like a mantra she repeats,
"I love my kids, I love my kids…"
Never doubting her heart,
Only a reminder.
High dreams trampled by sweet little feet,
Cause her to squirm in happy life.
A hot desire to turn back time...
Dial things back.
Babies? Of course, the same as they are now.
A different time, perhaps.
But, this is the real world,
Or so she is told,
So she grins and bears it.
Maybe again in another year.

poem by Rachel Stapleton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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