A Womans Work

A Woman's Work

A woman's work is never done, up early mornings for the school
run.
Making breakfast, while drinking tea, packing lunches for my children,
one, two and three.
Up to the bathroom to wash your self clean, scrubbing your teeth and
making them gleam.
While washing dishes, their getting their uniforms on, better get going
before to long.
8:30 now, and out of the door, into the car, schools journey once
more.
Dropping them off, watching as they go to class, waving goodbye, a
little quiet at last.
back home for me now the girls are all gone, soon in the door the
kettle goes on.
Day is so fine, washing pegged on the line, all of the housework to get
done on time.
Dusting and polishing, hoovering up, cleaning kids trainers they left
full of muck.
Preparing dinner for my hungry brood, as soon as their home they'll ask
for food.
On todays menu for the kids to feast is, Yorkshire pudding, Mash, Veg
and Roast Beef.
After dinner, desert is served, but only if it's truly deserved.
On finishing their meal, before they leave, the words, Mum, may I leave
the table please?
A few table manners don't go a stray so these little words I taught
them to say.
Off now they go to watch the cartoons while mums in the kitchen washing
the spoons.
All washed up, crumbs wiped away, now into the lounge on the sofa to
lay.
Just five minutes, away from my busy mode, need to sit down and take
off a load.
Before you know it, little weary heads, so into their nighties and off
to bed.
To aid them into sweet dreaming minds, I tell them stories told many
times.
Now it's my time of what's been left, I'll watch a good film to use my
time best.
When the films all over, the day has passed, off to bed to sleep at
long last.
Up in the morning to face the day, I will do what I did only
yesterday.
and on and on and on and on a woman's work is never done.