Kieran A.

In My Mother’s Shoes…

I am my mother Meredith.

I wonder if my kids will ever clean up the house.

I hear Kieran, my son, playing basketball and Isla and Rhiya picking dresses.

I see the dirty house and the toys everywhere.

I want the kids to clean up their messes.

I am tired

I pretend that the house is clean.

I feel the bumpy stairs under my feet.

I touch my pillow and fall asleep.

I understand that my house is dirty

I say when will my kids learn to clean up after themselves.

I dream of a clean house.