Working Mother Poem by Kassem Oude

How's bitter and long my life
Toiling in office and at home
Am a mother even a wife
A small student with big tome

At eve's end too still remain
Many chores to finish there
Should give up leave domain
To fall asleep with nightmare

Man and kids would satisfy
Yet they still more in need
I'm prone sometime to cry
In the impasse tired indeed

Ready-made food my kids hate
Though meals aren't just at time
I feel guilty would mitigate
As I've made major crime

If audit we recalculate
We'd know man wage would suffice
Happiness open the gate
I would of rest savor a slice.

Saturday 4 October 2014