Late for Work

There isn’t time for smiling eyes and toddling legs; fat fingers grasping loose Cheerios.

There isn’t time for “Uh-oh” cups of milk -thrown, giggling, to the just-mopped floor.

There isn’t time for biting kisses, hair-ripping hugs, or I-got-your-nose-Mommy.

There isn’t time for all the ‘helping,’ all the sighing; all the crying.

There isn’t time for childhood.

So go to work. There isn’t time.

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Β©2021 Chel Owens

29 thoughts on “Late for Work

  1. tnkerr March 2, 2021 / 10:49 am

    Make time, though. Whenever possible. The rewards are worth it.

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    • Chel Owens March 2, 2021 / 1:33 pm

      Sometimes I remind myself to just sit on the floor with my kids and completely engage.


  2. obbverse March 2, 2021 / 11:45 am

    Must be great being a Mom???? I recall it from the paternal side- all the sighing, all the crying- and I’d wave goodbye and smirk off to work. (Man- what a jerk!)

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  3. Deb Whittam March 2, 2021 / 12:07 pm

    Great poem Chelsea. Always time for them.

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  4. Hobbo March 2, 2021 / 1:35 pm

    Working mums. Never enough time in the day. πŸ™‚

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  5. CarolCooks2 March 2, 2021 / 10:31 pm

    Ahhhh…the best times ever…what we miss in moments and milestones we cannot press replay…the moment is gone…as is my like button still but like I do πŸ™‚ x

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    • Chel Owens March 3, 2021 / 5:24 am

      πŸ˜€ I’m sorry about the missing button but, yes, you’re right about moments and milestones.

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  6. Norah March 3, 2021 / 4:08 am

    It’s difficult but one has to make time. They are grown and flown too soon.

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  7. masercot March 3, 2021 / 9:38 am

    I always made time for my kids because they are the ones who will have to wrestle me to the pavement after I get dementia and try to run away…

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      • masercot March 5, 2021 / 8:01 am

        Yeah, me too. My dad just died of it a year ago. I had to stop in a neighborhood a few years ago and help a woman keep her dad from running off. There was nothing but terror in his eyes. He didn’t know his daughter. Fortunately, his wife arrived after ten minutes and I was on my way…


        • Chel Owens March 5, 2021 / 6:49 pm

          My grandmother passed after having Alzheimer’s for many years. 😦


  8. Priscilla Bettis March 3, 2021 / 10:39 am

    Every mom can relate! It’s a wonderful time when children are young, but it’s difficult to wear all the hats a mom must wear. Great poem!

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  9. Denny K March 4, 2021 / 10:19 am

    I pushed the like button because I like the writing. Not at all fond of the fact that the truth of your poem stings deeply.

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    • Chel Owens March 4, 2021 / 10:31 am

      Thank you. Yes, it’s a self-recriminating poem.


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