She is seen around the town,
Her family always in view.
So many jobs await her hands,
And I can name a few.
She had to rise before the sun,
To juggle all her task,
But she can always add one more,
You only have to ask.
Not only has she dressed herself,
She has fed and dressed her mob.
She has to take them all to school,
before going to her job.
After she finishes with her work,
It doesn't end her day,
Dinner awaits her helping hands,
And she picks kids up on the way.
After dinner, the table cleared,
She would love to go to bed.
But she is asked to give her help,
And homework calls instead.
And when the family gets together,
Her input is always desired.
She wants to tell you what she thinks,
But she is way too tired.
(c) 2017 Edward York
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lasergraph (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for those working moms out there whose day starts before the sun comes up and continues well past dark. I have witnessed several moms who fit this and especially the one I have been married to for 45 years.
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Comments4
Working moms work 7/24. That's the hardest job on earth.
You wrote so nice.
Even BEFORE getting a job, moms already have a full time job. A wonderful tribute to all mothers. Great piece!
My mum, my wife, my granddaughters - the circle continues - enjoyed this lasergraph.
Good write and so true. So many mums out there have no rest but carry on withut any rancour.
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