Saturday, March 13, 2010

A poem dedicated to all the working mumas out there...

Working Mummy

Feels the guilt as she's driving away
Her thoughts are divided:
One listens attentively to the business at hand;
The other wanders to where she left her heart.
She values small qualitative moments
while juggling the motion of her world
Her hands are never idle.
This mummy organizes every minute of her day
never a down time, her world is always
time on task- always motion
Her heart is always drawn between
her dreams, goals, and responsibilities
The world of self, and selfless
She is always the last on her agenda
Always putting herself to the bottom
She is needed
Her list is full
She will make herself matter...
Tomorrow

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