"Words"

trapped
  scared
fighting
  weak
lost
  cold
shaking
  dark
alone
  below
confused
  self
young
  crushed
frightened
  crying
down
  done

"Modern Mom"

The alarm goes off,
"beep, beep, beep;"
"Good morning, Sunshine!"

Cartoons to distract her
With Cheerios and milk,
While getting ready for work.

Making lunch as she eats breakfast,
She tugs at my leg,
"Mommy, no work."

"I'm sorry, Baby."
Time to go.
"No, mommy, play."

Guilt on the ride in.
How is this better?
Someday I will have the time.

But, will she still want her mommy?