Being Mum
Monday morning
Kettle’s boiling
Kids asleep and Dad’s still snoring.
Standing by the kitchen sink
Mother really needs a drink
Tea of course, but as usual
pile of ironing on the table.
Chopping fruit and making toast
Butter, jam she hears the post.
Probably just another bill, props it on the window sill
Sipping tea, cold by now
Muttering she makes a vow
Checks the time
More washing ready for the line.
Tomorrow I will ask them all to do
Something useful something to
Help me clean and help me cook
Not just sit around and look
“Mum where are you?” she hears them shout.
Peace is shattered and so is she, without a doubt.
Copyright © Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Year Posted 2011
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