Kim Simon: A Poem to End the Mommy Wars

It’s 10 p.m. in my house, and the kids are both asleep.
The tiny one is swaddled, and finally breathing deep.
My 4-year-old is tucked in tight, his blanket on his head.
I’m typing away by the glow of the screen,
though my body is pleading for bed.
You see it’s almost midnight,…
Kim Simon: A Poem to End the Mommy Wars

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