Monday, February 11, 2008

Erin's I Am Poem

Since Colleen posted her I Am poem, I asked Erin to compose one in the hopes that more of our family would as well. She had fun writing (dictating) this, we hope you have fun reading it.

I am tired and huge.
I wonder if our house will ever sell.
I hear too much traffic.
I see not enough of the inside of my eyelids.
I want to have this baby.
I am tired and huge.

I pretend I can do everything.
I feel overwhelmed.
I touch my son's hair (whenever he will let me).
I worry I'm aging too fast.
I cry when I crack.
I am tired and huge.

I [don't] understand anything anymore.
I say I'm fine.
I dream of more time.
I try and I try and I try.
I hope that 4 years is really 4 years.
I am tired and huge.

Many of you may not share our sense of humor, but know that we were laughing the whole time Erin was writing (dictating) this.

1 comment:

winnie wells said...

Thought I'd try my hand at this, too. Didn't have to look too far around this place to know what to write:

I am buried in paperwork
I wonder where that receipt is
I hear the IRS calling
I see another pile forming
I want to start a fire
I am buried in paperwork

I pretend I know where everything is
I feel sorry for all the lost trees
I touch the living ones and
I worry they’ll be next
I cry when I think about…(see I hope…)
I am buried in paperwork

I understand there is a Paperwork Reduction Act
I say it’s a joke!
I dream of filing cabinets
I try to imagine filling them
I hope I never get audited
I am buried in paperwork