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Feeling Mischievous
PICKING UP PENNIES
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Before you read any farther, I would like to say that the poem below was written in jest, not in malice. I am merely fretting that I have not done any major things in my lifetime that I set out to do. I retired from a job that I loved and was gratifying to return to a life of small chores. My son and daughter and grandchildren are my pride and joy. They are worth any sacrifice I may have made. My son works two full-time jobs and takes care of his aging, ding-bat mother, also. I bridled at him asking if I had been on the computer all day (Moi?) and wrote the following poem . My son and daughter are both wonderful and if I never achieve other great things , they are more than enough to make me happy. They understand my quirky sense of humor, so I do not think they will take offense where none is intended. If I can help them, even in little things, I am more than glad to do so. Heck, I am spoiling the tartness of the poem by being "so-o-o sweet".
YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY ''WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?
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I pick up pennies, I water the plants,
I put them in a pan. I trap the mice.
I pour out the soda I change the beds.
left in a can. make them nice.
I'm picking up I put lids back on
after my little man. so things don't spill.
I'm trying to help I gather up cups
him anyway I can. from the windowsill.
I find his keys, Papers here and
I find his shoes papers there and
He's in a hurry, in the bathroom,
no time to lose. is dirty underwear.
I gather the news, So, when you ask
and turn off the light. what I do all day,
He's having a guest I sigh and say, Oh,
next Friday night. Not much today.
I search the cleaning I picked up pennies
for any loose cash. and put them in a pan,
I gather receipts I try to help you out
and take out the trash. Just any way I can.
One sock here, P.S. Not to mention
another sock there, sweeping up popcorn!
his night-time snack
is left by the chair.
I know he's busy,
no time to tarry, but
no meals to cook
or groceries to carry.
I fall over hangers
left on the floor,
pick up a necktie,
hang it on the door.
Throw away a bag
brought from a store,
pull out some pants
and hang with more.
I empty an ashtray
left by the chair
and clean the tub
clogged with hair.
I don't like Q-tips
or beard in the sink.
After all this time
you'd surely think....
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thanks for stopping by my journal and commenting! I am adding you tomy alerts! Linda
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I can so relate I just don't put it as nice as you do ..
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Sherry
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Pat, this entry and your previous entry made me chuckle, but also made me think. I say you shouldn't be hard on yourself or think you did too much. You did what felt right at the time, and it sounds like your son learned more than you realized, since he did indeed get ready for his guests and made them dinner!
I think kids almost always step up to the plate when they have their own place and get that no one is there to do their laundry or cook their meals.
Loved the poem!
Beth
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what a cute poem!!! I loved it; you need to look into getting it published somewhere, I think it is very relevant and well written
betty
6/13/08 1:57 PM
Blessings!~
Susan
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