A Mum, She Is

A raw poem. Whoever would like to rearrange, reorganize it has the right. I'd like to thank them all. I promise I will never make a claim for that A husband knows, but he pretends not to know Kids, children, teenagers see, but they don't know A MUM never puts her mind and body at rest She gets up early, makes breakfast, helps her children put on their clothes sends them to school, Husband puts on his work clothes and leaves home Just after that, Mum rinses the dishes and puts them in diswasher It's noon, the right time for lunch if she has a little child or new born baby they're her alarm clock, not for them to stay hunger she feeds them without delay Even if she feels tired She rinses the dishes and puts them in diswasher In the evening, time for dinner when husband comes back home he wants to sit at the table as he doesn't like a little bit delay He thinks he works long hours(!) chatting with his work mates under so hard conditions However, whatever he does a day at work is even not one-fourth of what his wife does at home Husband eats, and waits, then starts to watch movies on television, While husband and the kids enjoy themselves, Mum tidies the room and puts away the toys Then She rinses the dishes and puts them in diswasher, While watching television, Everyone, except Mum, is about to fall asleep But kids refuses to go to bed In the end, they are carried to their bed in mum's lap, After a while, "I'm going to bed. I have to go to work early" says husband as if mum stays home and does nothing all day Doing the shopping, holding all the incomes and the expenses under strict control and not losing the control of herself are hard job to do; Don't you wonder how much would be paid if she was an accountant After all those responsibilities, her rejection of such burdens is unlikely, Even if she feel exhausted, and sick, she never has the right to say "I am so tired. I'm gone" On the contrary, She says "Oh, My God. I have lots of work to do" That is how a mum's life goes on, especially after she has had a baby Days become weeks, weeks, months months, years Whenever you have the opportunity to go and see your mum move your butt a bit faster than usual while your mum is alive go and kiss her cheeks Cause a real mother is a unique creature who bears all tortures and agonies as long as she dedicates her life to her children ------------ Not any mothers bear tortures and agonies for the sake of their husbands but HER CHILD(REN) (Mesut Göktas)