11/04/2025
Have you been a mother in this situation? It doesn’t last forever, just feels like it at the time, cute poem by a mom!
The Dairy Queen
At 2 AM, my shift begins,
With sleepy eyes and tired grins.
My tiny boss demands his pay—
A milk buffet with no delay!
He latches on like he’s been starved,
(Though ten minutes ago, he nursed hard.)
His little hands play pat-a-cake,
While I just hope my back won’t break.
One side’s empty—switch him over!
Oh no—he’s now a milk-drenched rover.
My shirt is soaked, my bed is too,
Guess it’s time for outfit two.
Day and night, I’m on demand,
A walking, talking milk stand.
But someday soon, I know I’ll miss,
These milky snuggles, pure bliss.
So for now, I’ll let him feast,
Because, for him, I am The Dairy Queen—at least!
