Mother
The uniform I wear
is slightly stained
a little rumpled
but unrestrained.
A scrunchy for my hair
A bit abused
with missing tooth
from over use.
Fuzzy slippered feet
with matted hair
dog chewed the toes
but comfy wear.
Diaper pin badge
sometimes it's dull
cant be repaired
so it gets culled.
You can call me Jane
like so many others
I'm my hubby's honey
to my kids I'm mother.
J.V./2012
The uniform I wear
is slightly stained
a little rumpled
but unrestrained.
A scrunchy for my hair
A bit abused
with missing tooth
from over use.
Fuzzy slippered feet
with matted hair
dog chewed the toes
but comfy wear.
Diaper pin badge
sometimes it's dull
cant be repaired
so it gets culled.
You can call me Jane
like so many others
I'm my hubby's honey
to my kids I'm mother.
J.V./2012
strange, isn't it: how we can invent a uniformed role for ourselves, sometimes just to feel ordinary in a chaotic, unexpected universe. I think you've done a great creative work here, turning the notion of a uniform into something unexpected. viva la
ReplyDeleteYes, this was an unexpected twist: I guess each role has its uniform, and mom's don't pack light.
ReplyDeleteso cute! I'm very familiar with that uniform, too...
ReplyDeleteHaha, I so understand it! That uniform, yes... I have the same :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing it! Best, M.
Loved the surprise, I know a lot of us can relate
ReplyDeleteFun to read, clever and so true
I expect you've got a lot of company in that particular tribe! Thanks for being a part of FBF!
ReplyDeleteYou got it so right there Mama! I love it.
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