My Wife--A Haiku

Mom of seven kids;

Wife of a difficult man;

She deserves a prize.

Again, the haiku fails me as a method of communication.  So little can really be expressed in 17 syllables.  I think I'll try a poem that's a little more free-form.

Mom. . .

. . .I don't wanna get up.

. . .can I have a snack?

. . .can you wipe me?

. . .where's my blanket?

. . .I'm hungry!

. . .waaaah!

. . .I love you.

. . .can I have a snack?

. . .I didn't hear you.

. . .Mommmmmm!

. . .do I have to?

. . .I'm hungry.

. . .waaaaah!

. . .DDjjjj! (Malachi)

. . .Owww!

. . .He hit me!

. . .can I have a snack?

. . .can you wipe me?

. . .wayo's my unduwaya? 

. . .I need to go potty.

. . .I don't want to take a bath.

. . .Where's my toothbrush?

. . .I'm hungry!

. . .I don't wanna go to bed.

. . .Can you tuck me in?

. . .But I don't want Daddy to tuck me in.

. . .Can I have a drink?

. . .Goodnight Mommy.  I love you.

. . .Mommmmmmm!