My-Poetry · 1 May 2017

My Poetry. A Woman s work is Never done!

Please Share me.
My Poetry A WOMANS WORK IS NEVER DONE
My Poetry A WOMANS WORK IS NEVER DONE
Up at six, another frantic day comes;
Time to get the young children up for school.
Breakfast is always a pure chaotic time,
It's every person for themselves—that's the rule.
Toast for Johnny, cereal for young Sue,
While Dad shouts, "Where the heck is my phone?"
Tammy the cat is mewing right at my feet,
The tired kids all grumpily groan.

Sue shouts aloud—her cereal has just spilled;
The dog is right there, licking his lips in delight.
Johnny loudly complains, "My lunch isn't prepared!"
And spitefully kicks Sue with all of his might.
Quickly, get the kids dressed, iron a clean shirt,
Turn the noisy dishwasher on with a roar;
Hubby is groaning loudly in the background—
This constant cycle runs from dusk 'til dawn.

Breakfast is over, finally time to go;
Dad drops the chaos off quickly at school.
Little Joan sits quietly with her empty bowl—
At least one of them is pleasantly full.
Joan is safely at nursery, time for my endless chores;
The loud vacuum cleaner is ready to go.
Dusting around the numerous, scattered bits and bobs—
Then I realize I forgot to wash the baby-grow!

Shopping to get done, clothes to carefully prepare,
The maintenance man is already due;
I'm sitting at home, shivering and freezing to death—
It's a wonder I haven't caught the nasty flu.
The boiler packed in completely, no heat or hot water—
Just the usual, unexpected drama of the day.
I wonder how much this repair will cost us this time;
It will probably come out of my hard-earned pay.

Just as I think I am finished for now,
The clock hand shows it's that time again—
Collect the kids from school and the nursery,
And a whole other day's work waiting for me then.
I grab a quick coffee, try to read a small mag,
Then rush out back to hang the laundry out;
Prepare the dinner, feed the demanding cat—
That, truly, is what this life is all about.

By the time I finally settle, it is their bedtime;
I am already dreaming of deep, unbroken peace in my life.
But who would honestly have it any other way?
This is the relentless, beloved challenge of a Mother and wife.

Discover more from WILLIAMS WRITINGS

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

Translate »

Discover more from WILLIAMS WRITINGS

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading