I know I'm gettin' fatthe next mom's runnin' lateThis poem was an award winner in the University of Alberta Hospital's annual poetry contest in 2007. It is the happy result of the intersection of taking Shirley Serviss's poetry workshop, "Writing the Medical Experience," with the acquisition of a new cat.
The Left Atrium Humour The pediatric doctor mom blues when I woke up this mornin’ the first mom’s got an attitude I couldn’t get out of bed the next mom’s runnin’ late I was twisted in the covers the next six kids got ADD cat was sleepin’ on my head I cannot concentrate the clock was reading 8:15 the next kid is so whiny and my clinic starts at 8 his mother is depressed my husband turned off wanna chuck these charts behind me the clock alarm and go home for a rest I’m gonna be so late but there’s twenty nine dictations I got those pediatric doctor mom and prescriptions to call in doctor mom doctor mom blues… med student evaluations some days you just can’t win I go downstairs for breakfast I got those pediatric doctor mom doctor and feed the dog and cat mom doctor mom blues… no time for walks or exercise I know I’m gettin’ fat my work day’s finally over the bread is gettin’ mouldy my home work’s just begun the milk has all gone sour drive back and cook and clean the house my son’s used the hot water up no time to have some fun how can I take a shower? take Sara to her practice the cereal box is empty and put the laundry in the dog needs to go out the dishes in the dishwasher my daughter wants cash for recycling in the bin new jeans then I pick her up from choir or she is gonna pout walk the dog around the block I got those pediatric doctor mom and go to sleep at midnight doctor mom doctor mom blu
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