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Babysitter BluesChildren run wild through the house the baby just spit up on my blouse. Toys thrown all over, here and there I'm busy following the children everywhere. The babysitter blues I sing alone no time to talk on the telephone. Just me, five children and a baby can I handle it? I say maybe. The children scream, the children cry the children fight, I don't know why. One of the children head for the door I trip on a toy and fall on the floor. I say "No" to going outside one takes off and tries to hide. There's a lot I can't ignore like when one child pees on the floor. The baby fusses, I take care of her needs by this time on a bottle she feeds. I hold her in my arms, she falls asleep I lay her down and then I creep. Soon one child is crying, having a fit the baby wakes up from the noise of it. Break it up, it's hard to share the fight over a toy I'm now aware. One child screaming, another one crying with an armful of baby I tend to them, trying. I try to take care of all that they need time for a meal, mouths I must feed. Left with a mess that I have to clean as hectic as it gets I'm not being mean. To be heard above the noise I must shout hard to tell what the fighting's about. My hair messed up from all the stress I keep busy at it nonetheless. At the end of this hectic and busy day I find my peace by kneeling down to pray. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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