A Mothers Work
Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 2:07 am
Went to the WA Bush poets muster last night in Perth, and sat having a good chat with Terry afterwards - must have done something for me, 'cause wrote this on the way home today - don't know where it came from tho!! Just need to convert these little prods to something worthwhile now!!!
A Mothers Work
© Irene Conner 07.09.12
I’ve been a worker all my life;
I’ve been a mother and a wife.
I’ve juggled sports for ev’ryone –
it’s kept me busy, on the run.
I’ve worked long hours to lighten loads
when workmates walk down troubled roads.
I’ve carted children here and there
while their lives flow without a care.
I’ve picked up drunken men from pubs
and carted ice for esky tubs.
I’ve been a sounding board for all;
when trouble strikes then I stand tall.
I’ve worried when the cash runs low,
and through life trials that ebb and flow.
I’ve been a confidante for kids,
and searched in vain for lunchbox lids.
I’ve been a nurse through long, dark nights
and refereed kids many fights,
and been accountant in the home;
the worry-wart when children roam.
I’ve been to meetings, busy bees –
from digging holes to planting trees;
have soothed the egos easy frayed
of those who work but don’t get paid.
I’ve sorted clothes thrown on the floor,
and done the wash – to find there’s more!
And spent long hours in kitchen heat;
been told “That isn’t what I eat!”
I lay my head in weariness
and dream of Mothers’ sweet caress,
‘til through the dreams I wake to see
more mother tasks that wait for me!
A Mothers Work
© Irene Conner 07.09.12
I’ve been a worker all my life;
I’ve been a mother and a wife.
I’ve juggled sports for ev’ryone –
it’s kept me busy, on the run.
I’ve worked long hours to lighten loads
when workmates walk down troubled roads.
I’ve carted children here and there
while their lives flow without a care.
I’ve picked up drunken men from pubs
and carted ice for esky tubs.
I’ve been a sounding board for all;
when trouble strikes then I stand tall.
I’ve worried when the cash runs low,
and through life trials that ebb and flow.
I’ve been a confidante for kids,
and searched in vain for lunchbox lids.
I’ve been a nurse through long, dark nights
and refereed kids many fights,
and been accountant in the home;
the worry-wart when children roam.
I’ve been to meetings, busy bees –
from digging holes to planting trees;
have soothed the egos easy frayed
of those who work but don’t get paid.
I’ve sorted clothes thrown on the floor,
and done the wash – to find there’s more!
And spent long hours in kitchen heat;
been told “That isn’t what I eat!”
I lay my head in weariness
and dream of Mothers’ sweet caress,
‘til through the dreams I wake to see
more mother tasks that wait for me!