NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 30: Something That Happens Again and Again

 

Their Profane Mother, Their Busy Mother

I curse under my breath
at the thought of this obligation
or that one, and as I complete a task,
I add one more or a few more, or
someone else adds them to me.
I curse, the big one, the f bomb, and then
I wonder if either of my children heard me,
their profane mother, their busy mother
who always has her hand in too many pots
at once. But maybe this is always how it goes;
maybe my mother, too, swore quietly —
maybe that’s what she meant by smoking.

 

 

The LAST PROMPT FOR THIS YEAR at NaPoWriMo.net was to write about something that occurs over and over. I don’t think this poem will be everyone’s cup of Constant Comment, but maybe you’ll get it if you, too, are kind of tightly wound and busy, and/or are a parent.

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2 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 30: Something That Happens Again and Again

  1. Oh, I SO get this, Marilyn. Your words speak truly and precisely here (as always).

    Thanks so much for posting your Poetry Month poems–I’ve really enjoyed reading them!

    Have you thought about assembling a chapbook manuscript of your poems about mothering?

    • Oh, thank you! I’m really glad to hear that you’ve enjoyed them. 🙂 I hadn’t thought of a mothering chapbook before because I’m not sure what mine would add to that particular shelf, but maybe I should rethink that. Thanks for the idea!

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