The buzzin’ never used to bother me. 
I never faulted  a creature
for just trying to survive

but the baby was cryin’.

And the middle one 
knows how to take his diaper off 
and the oldest is asking me 
questions about death that 
I don’t know how to answer
especially with a washer singing 
in the background. 
So when that poor lil buzz 
became the fly to break my 
camel back 
I clapped my hands 
and caught him on the first try.

I wish I could say I felt pity. 

I wish I could say I felt like 

the little girl who thought 
she could save the world 
one misplaced bug at a time. 

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

After all, 
the baby was cryin’.