JUST A MOTHER FOR NOW
The phone rings yet again
But it is muted: as usual.
It shouldn't disturb the slumber,
Of the little boy cradled in my arms.
The cabinets need dusting
And the floors a good mopping,
And what of the dishes piling up?
I'll let them be for now.
The decent meal can wait,
So can the loaded laundry.
And maybe there isn't much need,
For the wilted flowers in the pots.
For the baby will grow up someday,
Giving me time to tend to all those.
So let me be.....
Just a mother for now.