A sad story

Little Melissa looked up at the day.
Her body was weak and she wished it was May.
She was tired and small, and the task list was tall,
And her face blushed red as she softly said,
"I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."

So she dressed her four children and breakfast they ate,
Then hurried along the carpool to take.
So slowly she climbed, one foot at a time,
And her body coughed as it whispered soft,
"I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."

Fixing broken toys and calming a cry,
With extra hope and extra try,
She would not give in- or the children would win-
And strong and proud she cried out loud,
"I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!"

She was almost there when CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
She fell down and mashed into Mommy hash.
On the rocks below...which goes to show
If the day is rough and the kids are tough,
Thinking you can just ain't enough.

Melissa Garn

I was reading "Where the Sidewalk Ends " by Shel Silverstien to my kids before bed, and his poem "The Little Blue Engine" hit so close to home that I had to tweak it a little to have it reflect my day. Enjoy!