In addition to 'regular' so-called blogging, I'll be doing a poem a day for National Poetry Month. The way I've decide to do this is to write a poem based off, in the styles of others. I will include the name of the poet who I am imitating.
A Mother’s Work
The mother rushes off to work clutching her coffee.
It spills into her suit sleeve.
At home, the second daughter curls in bed with a fever.
She has nearly a stranger to take care of her.
The mother travels toward the pulsating city,
In her business clothes, she looks so pretty.
As the bus flies through the tunnel
she leaves behind her most domestic funnel
Into the island of six figure salaries and
Women who count their calories.
Perhaps she is lonely for the life she misses well.
She might one day tell the boss to go to hell.
For now, she is satisfied to live her complicated life
Despite the daily grind of strife.
in the tradition of Deborah Garrison
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