Posted Monday, July 2nd, 2007
Sonnet for the Working Mom
When upon returning home I found
The beauty club composed of you and she,
The smell of lacquer and the happy sound
Of acting old, and pretending not to be.
And after nighty-night you fought back sleep
To study from your books of charts and graphs.
You did not complain, and neither did you keep
A tally of the hours ticking past.
You rose at dawn and laced your running shoes;
Returned again before our daugter woke.
A cup of coffee and a minute with the news
I found you in the kitchen and I spoke:
Behold what has lately come to me
That, dear, in wedding you, I wedded three!
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Posted by Donia Carey on Wednesday, July 4th, 2007 at 8:29 AM
You got it right, Nick! Good poem.
Posted by Sharon Hurlbut on Monday, July 9th, 2007 at 12:21 PM
What a beautiful sonnet! It glows with love and appreciation.