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.