Night Poem

There is so little

of myself left


Each day

is time to feed

a fall

a squabble

ten thousand requests


My mind and heart go

from one to another

darting like

a dragonfly

never resting



a moment of quiet

feed feed feed



can I have something to eat?'


Too often

I snap

No! Stop it! Calm down!

hilarious really


"calm down"


Is it just part

of the intensity

the love and exhaustion

of new beings

of small children


I finish the day


guilt ridden

have I done enough?

what can I do better?


While their peaceful faces

like angels



Rachael Dunsmore-Chambers