Children To Be Fed Poem by Zainab Hussein MNSR

Everyday I wake
I find it hard to get up
But I do it anyway
Because there are children to be fed

Not knowing where I am
Nor who I am
I swing my legs out off the bed
because there are children to be fed

Without even hitting the shower
I head to the kitchen
And with not much power
I turn on the stove

Son likes butter on toast
But daughter and baby
Like porridge the most

So I boil the water
add the oats
As I wait it to cook
I put in the toast

It popped out of the toaster
and a smear some butter on it
The porridge into bowl
For the children to eat.

One task down
and nineteen more to go
Now there are no longer
children to be fed
until the early afternoon