Yourself

Maybe it’s the moment you find out.

Or maybe it’s when they’re born, their snuggly little bodies just begging to be kissed.

Maybe it’s when they’re finally sleeping, and all you can physically do anymore is catch up on sleep.

But I guess maybe it’s when the house gets rearranged. What’s mine is now yours or wrecked and nothing is sacred.

Or it’s when you yell at them for the first time or the fiftieth, not believing it came from your mouth.

But whether it’s good and beautiful or bad and evil, you lost yourself. But there’s a hope you’ll find yourself again.

Hello Life

Goodbye me, I’m forgetting you.
My little one needs mom more than me, so goodbye me, just goodbye.

Hello me, I remember you.
Open the flood gates, let it out.
You be you, mom. You be you.

Goodbye soft lies, I’m forgetting you. Life is a complex kaleidoscope. I can choose who I’ll be with my children under me. So goodbye soft lies, goodbye.

Hello life, I’m just meeting you.
I like how this is going, and well… Hello life. Yes, hello.