Wednesday, 4 September 2013

A Robot called Mummy
By Grace O’Reilly

I feel like a robot
Rapidly running out of batteries
Always on the go
Robots don’t eat
And robots don’t sleep
Robots don’t get rests or break
Do this
Do that
Going through the motions
Yet Mummy unlike the robot is also going through the emotions
Love, for her children and husband
Desire to be sleeping or immune from exhaustion
Despair at not getting any
Any sleep or food
Despite this grateful for my babies,

Even if shall never eat or sleep again