Stolen Moments

Or, how the hell an introvert stays sane in a house full of chaos?!

A poem of sorts, as good as I ever do them, with a dedicated picture just for you.

A stolen moment

The chaos stopped.

Sitting here,

outside the shop

Waiting 'til

we move again

A moment just

'Tween now and then.

The days they blur

One to the next.

And chaos rules

The toddlers rest.

The baby sleeps

Lightly or not

It almost feels

like evil plots

To break my soul

Relentless noise

From baby girl

And chaos boys.

Moderate relief

A moment’s peace

A stolen space

A new life lease.

Parenting is challenging, no question. Five kids from 11 down to 1 makes it even more insane. Introverts need quiet moments. I am one such. So to survive,I end up stealing moments like this one. This poem took me three sittings of stolen moments to finish. Keep in the moment out there all you introverts and know that life is worth it even when Chaos Reigns Supreme.

Duke.