#homemaker
I have retired,
long ago, from my duties
my wonderful job
That has made me millions.
You best think twice
before you speak arrogantly of me.
Know, when you undermine me
Next to others among,
That I have made millions.
I’ve fed mouths
Raised beautiful souls,
Scrubbed till my skin cracked,
Squatted till my bones ached,
Cooked art till my heart was content but,
I have no right to complain
I never look back on my life with shame,
because I have made millions.
I arose at the glint of the sunrise
Filled my ears with the bellowing
Of vendors and their creaking carts
Sacrificed my sleep
To sustain my job
because my efforts are worth millions.
I was dedicated,
Worked hard for my family,
my tendrils of hair askew
I continued my work
Masked my emotions,
Even when I was feeling blue
all because I was too busy making millions.
I kept my “office” ***** and span
Invented my own tips and tricks
since I was passionate
about making millions.
I wonder if you think I am worthless but
I simply sit back and smile because
I tell myself
I was a queen in my line of work
I didn’t just make beds,
I made wonderful souls
It never required money
I never had to get paid
Now,
The thin wrinkles on my hand
Remind me that
I am more than satisfied,
Because I know
I’ve made millions.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
You were always number one, never number two.
I'm your son and I was very fortunate to have you.
You cared more about others than you did for yourself and that is rare.
It took your death to show me how hard life can be and how unfair.
Because you chose to be a homemaker, I was able to spend much more time with you and that made me glad.
Because of you, I admire women who are homemakers and I don't care if that makes Feminists mad.
When people see me, they see a man who is proud to be your son.
You always came first in my life, you were always number one.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC