motherhood · poetry · summer

Ode to a Wet Swimsuit

Shall I compare thee to a punishment?
Thou art as pleasant, and as sweet to take.
Thy stubbornness, so inconvenient,
Makes restless toddlers seem a piece of cake.

When first I stepped into this bathroom stall,
My hopes were high, my children, well-behaved.
Alas! My aspirations hit a wall.
For patience and agility I prayed.

The fabric squelching, cups adrift, I tried
To balance as my tot reached for the door.
She slid the lock back — “Don’t touch that!” I cried.
“Instead, yes, sure, why not, lie on the floor.”

At last! I finished, damp but fully clad,
Miraculously — for now — not driven mad.

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