Whine ... Oh.

The whine goes straight from their lips
to my brain where it grips
every ounce of compassion and kindness
and causes almost temporary blindness
of acceptable things I should say and do
poor kids, if they realized ... if they only knew
how much easier and sweeter I would be
if everything thing they said were sweet things to me
I love them, don't get me wrong
in fact half of time we get along
perfectly perfect and it's all so great
but the whining just makes it hard to relate
to what they desire
and think they require
like not having to clean
or their choice of cuisine
if I were a maid or a chef supreme
and had mountains of time to do what they could dream
I would rather just do it than listen to their
list of reasons why they're in the pits of despair
to have to pick up the candy wrapper they just dropped
or to have to consume the lovely fruit I just chopped
I suppose to be fair to these little sweet beings
they're just children, and not capable of merely seeing
all the work that it takes
or a mom who needs breaks
with many people to please
it's not all a breeze
I guess as a child you just don't really see
all the labor it takes to run a family
it's hard and it's tricky
sometimes it's just downright sticky
there are messes and meals
and children's endless appeals
however, taking that all into consideration
being a mom is also the best occupation
the hugs and the smiles
the "I love you"s for miles
they're all really quite worth it
and I have to admit
that I wouldn't surrender
my "mom" role of splendor
and so I suppose I'll endure all the whining
and look beyond blindness to all of the shining
their spirits inside of their bodies creates
and remember that I am only as great
as these sweet little girls who are learning each day
my world is a lovely messy bouquet