Parenting, a job that’s demanding and grand,
A role that’s fulfilling, yet often unplanned,
A journey that tests our patience and might,
As we guide our little ones through day and night.
We yell instructions, though they don’t hear,
And bills pile up, as our stress draws near,
We strive to maintain a professional face,
In our marital duties, a nightly embrace.
But parenting isn’t easy, no matter the guise,
It’s a challenge that pushes us to the skies,
So thrice a year, I send our children away,
To their maternal home, for a brief reprieve’s sway.
In this space, I find solace and peace,
A chance to rekindle our courtship’s release,
To scream with joy, as my husband takes the lead,
And our love is reignited, our passion freed.
For in the silence, our love shines bright,
A flame that burns strong, through day and night,
And though parenting may wear us down,
Our love remains the anchor that holds our crown.
So let us cherish these moments we share,
And find solace in our love’s sacred lair,
For in the chaos of parenting’s demanding role,
Our love is the refuge that makes our hearts whole.
