FOUR IS FOR MAMA
She has only one life to live, not seven
Yet she lives for four:
One, for her man to please
Two, for family to tend
Three, for her friends and neighbors to reach
And four, for herself to stay alive
She goes to bed late but is the first to welcome the morning light
With scores of chores that leavens her day
She has only one life to live, not seven
Yet she lives for four:
One, her home to keep clean
Two, her family to serve hot meals
Three, her guests and strangers to entertain
And four her weary soul to rest when she can
(~2013)
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