Mother Poem

If mothers could put all of their mothering experience on their resume, it would be a mile long.

Mother

© Marian N. Kehrley
I watched my Mom fill out an application.
I looked at the line that asks about past professions.
I thought to myself, that space is too small
To write down what she's been, to cover it all.
She was a nurse when I fell and scraped my knee.
She was a maid when I didn't wipe my feet.
She was a designer when my clothes didn't match.
She was a tailor when my pants needed a patch.
She was a teacher when I asked a question.
She was a priest when I had a confession.
She was a psychiatrist when I came home crying.
She was a preacher when I got caught lying.
She was a singer when she sung me to sleep.
She was a lifeguard when she said the water's too deep.
There are many more, yet the best one to me,
She was a best friend and mine forever she'll be.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • I may fight with my Mother a lot and we may not talk for a while. But after reading this poem I feel that I don't treat my mother with enough respect. I really should tell her that. She does so much for so little

    jacobie Submitted Nov 2008
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