Working Mom


My mom, ever the hard worker,

Travels, lifts, orders, breaks her

Back for a company that she 

Loves, but they ignore, forget,

Choose someone else to do a 

Job she's way better at, and get

Paid more than she ever will,

Yet she continues to work,

Slave, carry on, for the place

That leaves her behind. 

  • Author: Merissa (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2021 14:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: Also was an assignment. I'm in a creative writing class for college and he's having us write a lot of poetry.
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 33
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  • FredPeyer

    Marissa, you said it well, and it happens to so many people.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Hi Marissa, Please, if you wish, read this. Yes, it is one of mine, and I don’t extend general invitations to read my stuff, but in this case it is relevant:

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words Merissa, this happens to so many people.


  • orchidee

    Good write Merissa, and unfortunately true.
    One little (well medium sized) friendly place of work nearly went on strike, over being messed about. But they didn't - they couldn't really. Might have got the sack.

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