A Woman's Work is Never Done

poem by: Sally Hinman
Written on Oct 11, 2013

Awakened from my sleep by the bright, persistent sun
I realise swiftly that my nights rest is done
Thoughts of my day make me jump out of bed
I must now get started, I must get ahead

Breakfast comes first, different dishes for all
Let's now wake them, let's give them a call
Next pots to wash, wipe and put away
And that is only the start of my busy day

Need to get the children ready to go
But that proves difficult as they like to go slow
Finally ready and we are all in the car
We head off to school, glad its not far

Drive down the road, we are now on our way
But then I am told some homework has gone astray
Must go back home, has to be handed in today
Children afraid what their teacher will say

At last dropped off at school safe and sound
Back to the car but no keys to be found
Arrive at the office, lots of jobs needing to be done
I look at my workload and just want to run

After a quick coffee and a few minutes rest
I settle down to work and aim to do my best
At the end of the day when my desk is all clear
I am shocked to realise the end of the working day is near

Head off home, cooking and cleaning to be done
Hopefully then we can all have some fun
Pictures to be coloured, games to be played
Lots of jigsaws that need to be made

It's the little ones bedtime, up the stairs they must go
Not so easy when they are both saying "NO"
After a lot of protesting they are now snuggled in bed
And all our goodnights are eventually said

It's the end of the day, the house is all quiet
I fall in the chair and re-live the riot
Then walk up to bed, tiredness following me
Tomorrow will come quickly and ready I must be

 

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Gail Newman commented:
really enjoyed this poem, so true! Many a busy Mum can relate to this. Gail Newman
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 17, 2018 at 12:02pm
....that is a lovely poem of daily life......what would we all do without mums?.............I wouldn't know about dads..because I never had one....

 

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