Home Manager Poem by Phyllis Strong

I work part time outside the home,
But when I clock out, my days not gone.
I’m overwhelmed with much to do;
Part time for them, full time for you.

Food just don’t walk into the door,
I have to buy it from the store.
It’s people that will grocery shop for you,
It’s their job they get paid to do.

Empty the dishwasher, cook the meals;
I just don’t have free time to kill.
When it’s your off days, what do you do?
Sit on the sofa, in front of your cabled 42.

Yes, I know you pay all the bills,
I’ve heard over and over, your long spill.
But I use my money too.
Clothes and groceries, that’s what I do.

Take the boys to soccer practice,
Pick up the girls from ballet.
My job is hard, not fun and play.

On my off days, I can’t run all errands for you;
I have things I need to do.
I have to mow the lawn.
And then;
Clothes have holes I have to mend.

No disrespect, I appreciate you;
But you need to appreciate me to.
I wash the clothes and mop the floors,
And when the lock was broken, I fixed the door.

Now, let’s add it all up and see.
Who works more hours?
That would be me!


Copyright © 2009 by-Phyllis Strong