Writer's Workshop: I Am

4.) Fill in the blanks of this template and create your own I Am poem.




I Am

I am frazzled and at the end of my rope.
I wonder if I will ever find an effective earplug?
I hear the roar of a train;
I see the path of the tornado.
(I want a dirty, vodka martini.)
I am frazzled and at the end of my rope.

I pretend I can juggle;
I feel the chaos swirling--
I touch the fleeting panic.
I worry I will be found lacking....
I cry out in aggravation,
I am frazzled and at the end of my rope!

I understand that the end is sometimes really just the beginning.
I say Because I'm the Mommy.
I dream of clean floors....
I try to laugh in the face of childhood.
I hope that someday they will thank me because today,
I am frazzled and at the end of my rope!


Peace Out!
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