By Peggy Jo Shumate
Hmmm! I ask his with a timid
smirk!
It's been said; what I do is not a real job or
career,
The cleaning and the scrubbing,
along with the children to rear.
The daily tasks are never quite
done,
Needless to say the work is rarely
easy nor a lot of fun.
Listening to the children's I
wants and I wishes;
The endless cycles of dirty
clothes and dirty dishes.
After insisting on the children to
be nutritiously fed,
Along with frightening those evil
monsters from their bed.
I continue to scrub and polish
'til all has a shine,
My head swimming in aromas of
lemon and pine.
Sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping
each floor,
Budgeting and shopping at every
discount store.
The hours are endless and the pay
is lousy and low.
I am a mother, housekeeper, chief,
physician, secretary... and all their woe;
I must ask...if 7 days a week and
24 hours a day, if this not a "real" job or career,
or sucess,
Then why do I have ulcers and so
much stress?
About the Author: I am married
with 2 children. I graduated from the Institute of
Children's Literature and now tutor children on
reading skills and serve on the library committee at
our local elementary school. |
