We’ll Try Tomorrow

A Poem | Brittney Herz

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But my blanket is too wrinkled

And something dark is beneath my bed,

I’m supposed to be getting dressed now

At least that’s what mommy said.

 

But my pants are just too hard

And my shirt is way too soft,

My hair is still wet from my shower

So I start to rip it off.

 

I have to get to moving

Or else everyone will be late,

I yell to mommy that I can’t

But she doesn’t want to wait.

 

Brother doesn’t want to play

Sometimes my friends just laugh,

They don’t understand me

When I break my toys in half.

 

The world outside looks so scary

But at the same time so exciting,

Mommy just keeps staring

Daddy’s nails, he’s always biting.

 

I scream when my dinners hot

And shout when it’s too cold,

I have to use my words they say

For this noise, I’m far too old.

 

My PJs aren’t warm enough

My bed just isn’t right,

My room is way too dark right now

With the nightlight, it’s too bright.

 

My eyes aren’t getting heavy

Mommy gives me dreams I can borrow,

She rubs my head, and always says

We’ll try again tomorrow.

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Brittney is a freelance writer, nonprofit Director, and mother who lives and works in Maryland. She reads too much, sleeps too little, and has an unhealthy Harry Potter obsession. See more posts at justbemom.com.

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