Ya Mum
by David Markey
Ya Mum
It's a hard, hard life,
A mother and an estranged wife.
Laboriously doing all the day's chore,
Children demanding more, more, more.
Taking a rest whenever possible,
Kids are fighting again, a trip to the hospital!
A permanent job and with no respect,
You give your all and little get.
The occasional helping hand wouldn't go amiss,
Would this unselfish act be followed by a kiss.
Plates piling up in the sink,
Mum I want feeding, mum I want a drink.
Items of clothing strewn on a once clear floor,
She's had a basinful, can't take any more.
Cleaning, cooking, love and first-aid,
Criticism about the meal she's just made.
A solitary moment always in mind,
All this toil; the years unkind.
Wanting to escape the prison she's in,
Get away from the stress; the infinite din.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
