She’s the bottom of the barrel

  She’s like the bottom of the pot, where the spoon scrapes. When there’s less inside, to put on our plates. The bottom of the barrel that bears the pressure, When it’s filled to the brim and there’s no ease or leisure. The support for the busy of everyone else, And when she’s not well,Continue reading “She’s the bottom of the barrel”

The Sins Of Their Father’s Mother

  Do women deserve a weekly off or do they need to pay, For the sins of their husbands mother, On that seventh day? The mother who did what she thought was right, Who never took a break. Who was an obedient daughter-in-law, who accepted without a fight. ‘Cos she learned from her own mother,Continue reading “The Sins Of Their Father’s Mother”