The House Wife Blues
So many times by my husband I have been told
that I do too much all at once,
But little does he know
that if not by me the job just would not get done.
No matter how sick and exhausted I may be
I find that I must still push myself to the limit,
It is my job to take the best care of my family
in spite of the fact I have placed myself last on the list.
The dishes linger in the sink for days
taking a whole new life form all their own,
In spite of me being exhausted I wash them any way
just so the roaches will not invade our home.
My baby boy has to be changed,fed, bathed, and clothed
tasks that I do with discomforting pain,
Well, this is the life that I have chose
I just long every day for some kind of change.
Daily, I hurriedly rip and run cleaning and cooking
like a robot thta is in high demand,
This here job of mine is just so damned overwhelming!
I am in desperate need of a vacation.
It is not a day that goes by
morning, noon, and night my phone is always ringing,
I find it hard for me in taking out some time
to just sit down and enjoy conversating.
Sadly, I have found that I am more stressed out and depressed than ever
and I am seeing my few dreams slowly fade away,
But i just continue to pray to God to give me the strength in keeping it together
and hopefully everything will be okay.
I am overworked as well as underpaid
and at times I feel unappreciated too,
Taking care of my family is how I spend my nights and my days
and I cannot help that at times I tend to be in a not so great mood.
Each and every night when I retire to my bed
my body aches and my soul is at an unrest,
I plan the schedule for tomorrow's work in my head
at night I hardly ever completely settle down to a much needed rest.
Copyright © Wanda Mckinney | Year Posted 2006
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