A Mom’s Ode to the Locker Room Bathroom Stall

My peaceful place.
It’s quiet here.
No one to see.
Just four walls that surround me.
My personal space.

The sound of a shower.
A hair dryer blows.
But no sounds of whining.
No screaming.
No crying.

Here no one knows me.
Although the might wonder
About the woman who stays so long
Legs crossed in the stall.

It’s time to workout now.
So leave here I must
Even though if I could
A nap I surely would

Mustering up motivation
I exit the place
Til we meet here tomorrow
My peaceful place.


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