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 wonder 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
May 2006
Exodus 20:12
Honor thy father and thy mother:
that thy days may be long upon
the land which the LORD thy God
giveth thee.
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