My Children

Crying, screaming, fighting.
Dirty, clumsy, angry.
Back talking, no listening, eyes rolling.
Selfish, loud, independent.
Stressing, hair pulling.
My children.
God made ‘em.
Perfectly in my image.
~The Chickenista


You're the sugar in my coffee.
The gas in my tank.
You hang in there with me.
For that I must thank.
Our chaotic life and all it's mess,
Perfect by no means
N’ wouldn't settle for less.
Sometimes a circus with adhd
I’ll always follow you,
Thru our journey in life
N’ what is to be.
~The Chickenista

My Family