A Mother's View

PotbellyPleb

"I just realized something," I say to Mother.

"If Elena lifts her shoe, I'll tie them for her.

Or I'll help her clean; hang up a coat she gave--

Wait! But don't get me wrong, I'm a Mother, not a slave!"

She laughed playfully as she washed with urgence,

saying, "Mother, slave...really, what's the difference?"

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willyweed January 10th, 2017 11:23
so true. lovely. ww
WriteBeLight January 10th, 2017 11:45
Ha Ha. I can relate! Great job.
Tony36 January 10th, 2017 12:26
LOL, Great write
P.H.Rose January 10th, 2017 20:26
Ha ha... loved this
And so bloody true.
Well done sir....
SunSearcher January 10th, 2017 23:07
Oh so painstakingly true!
Cute 🙂

~SS
dusk arising January 21st, 2020 13:06
Love the way you've chosen to present this 'conversational verse'.
Light, witty and prosaic.

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