Franks Psychiatry 1 #9: a hundred dollars every week

Frank Prem

long days of work
on aching legs
run right off her feet
home at last
to yet another round
of wash-and-clean

 

never a spare smile
to lighten
a femininely handsome face
and no moment
for a breath of peace

 

always something
one more something
still to do

 

day after day
long into the evening
no change
to the way it is
except a teardrop
that forms in her eye
when the little boy
with a small voice asks

 

mama
when I grow up
if I can earn
a hundred dollars
every week
do you think my wife
can stay at home
and not have to work
each day

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2018 00:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 1 - Early Years.
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  • Goldfinch60

    That brings home a great message.

    • Frank Prem

      The lessons learned in childhood.

    • Laura🌻

      Frank,
      This is a déjà vu piece of writing that brought a tear to my eyes! I saw my mom in your write! Thank you for the share!

      ~Laura~

      • Frank Prem

        Most welcome, Laura.

        Cheers.

      • Lorna

        This was heartbreaking...... it just hits a chord I have about how people's lives are being stolen away from them........



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