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