GOOD GRIEF, MOM
 

I'm quitting my job as a mother.
I've had it about up to here
With mud on the rugs
And collections of bugs
And music that blasts in my ear.

My term has expired as a mother.
It's time that I had some relief
From boys who hate math
And won't take a bath;
Just why should I take all this grief?

I'm going to resign as a mother.
It's NOT all it's cracked up to be.
There're days when I drag
And look like a rag
And wondered what's happened to me.

I'm reviewing my role as a mother.
Johnny has said his goodbyes.
He's enrolled down at State
And his class starts at eight,
So, why are there tears in my eyes?

© Mariane Holbrook
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