RIC S. BASTASA


unseen


something's wrong with mother always cleaning the house
and father complains for she does nothing but sweep and scrub
and dust and wipe and rub,
the floors are shiny and father does not like it
he may slide and the children too
and each may hurt the body, but mother cannot be stopped
and we complain like what father does, but mother does not
really mind, for she has become so hardheaded because father
slaps her and we make her deaf with our grumblings

until then when mother died and father cried and we felt we had all our
lives wasted, but there was one in the family who smiled
someone who thought that mother simply did what she liked best
clean the dirt, mop the floors, get all the spider's cobwebs

someone sees the beauty of mother, she's doing her chores still
but now unseen

Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2009
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (unseen by RIC S. BASTASA )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

I

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet May Swenson

 

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  4. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  5. If, Rudyard Kipling
  6. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  9. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]