Sometimes parenting is like raking leaves.

Sometimes the forces are with you;

Sometimes the forces are against you;

Sometimes the forces seem neutral.

Sometimes parenting is like raking leaves.

Sometimes living at home with the parents is like raking leaves.

Sometimes the forces are with you;

Sometimes the forces are against you;

Sometimes the forces seem neutral.

Sometimes living at home with the parents is like raking leaves.

Sometimes life is like raking leaves …

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28 July 2007. This poem was inspired by an episode this morning with my 15-month old daughter. I was trying to move the plastic fruit from the big basket into the small tub. She was trying to move the plastic fruit from the small tub into the big basket. Sometimes life is like raking leaves …