Super Mum
You’re only a mum,
But that’s all it takes.
To be super human,
You don’t even get breaks.
You’re a cook, A dish washer,
A cleaner, a nurse.
A teacher, a councillor,
A referee, an open purse.
A sports coach, a cheerleader,
The taxi of mum.
At 2am in the morning,
Just a call and you will come.
Party, event organiser,
And holiday planner.
Clothes and food shopper,
Listener, and even fake tanner.
No time for yourself,
No breaks and no wages.
Dealing with toddler tantrums,
And hormonal rages.
You always come last,
and you always feel tired.
You should have a rest,
But it’s not how you’re wired.
A thankless task,
That’s never ever done.
You’re often left feeling,
Where is the fun?
Hot drinks or warm food,
Now rarely cross your lips.
And your underwear
All tattered with holes and rips.
To cap it all off,
you go out to work too.
It’s nothing short of amazing,
Just what you can do.
You are super human!
Admit it you must.
You must be a saint,
For the gut you must bust.
But it all becomes worth it,
When you look at their smiles.
Being a mum has to be
the best job by miles.
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