Mother's Day With Microwave Poem by Frank V. Gardner

This early morn I woke befuddled; .
Came downstairs to write
These thoughts that in my mind were muddled
Through the stormy night.
It's been two weeks since I've come home
From hernia repair,
To spend so many healing hours
In this reclining chair.

As I recline and think of how
In 'gifting' we have scored,
To mark this anniversary,
We both went overboard.
There's no use beating 'round the bush.
I'll tell it to you straight.
The two of us spent much too much
On this, our twenty eighth.

Reclining chair and oven,
Both expensive, but so good;
One's for recuperation,
While the other fixes food.
I gather thoughts to write,
This rainy Mother's Day,
Reclining here so easily,
Here's what I have to say:

Homemaker that you are once more,
Just how will you behave,
With recipes and cooking,
In your oven, microwave?
The family and I agree.
We think that you will save,
On time, as well as money,
With your oven, microwave.

With money now so limited,
I've something else to say:
I trust the oven, microwave,
Will serve for Mother's Day.

Since 'tit for tat' is only fair,
I've one more thing to say:
I'm willing to accept the chair,
To honor Father's Day.