Hymn For the Single Mother
I’ve got kids to wake,
A shower to take,
The clothes to press,
Myself to dress,
Breakfast to make,
And muffins to bake,
And children to take to school.
I’ve got the car to take,
To fix the brake,
The mechanic to pay,
Now I’m starting my day.
I’ve got bread to buy
(Not the wheat, but the rye)
And then go home to clean.
Aching and weary,
I finish my chores.
Except to put the kids to bed
And read them their nightly lore’s.
With the fairies and princes,
How I wish I could be,
By myself, all alone,
Not a care, living free.
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