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Sharon Canfield Dorsey – May 13, 2018 – Mother’s Day Revenge

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MOM’S REVENGE

(A different kind of Mother’s Day poem.)

 

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with each kid.

And bring SO much happiness – just as they did.

I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided,

returning each deed. They’ll be so excited!

(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.)

 

I’ll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues.

I’ll bounce on the furniture, wearing my shoes.

I’ll drink from the carton, then leave it out.

I’ll stuff all the toilets. Oh, how they’ll shout!

(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.)

 

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach,

I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.

They’ll snap their fingers, then shake their head,

and proclaim loudly, “Early to bed!”

(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.)

 

When they cook dinner and call me to eat.

I’ll not eat my green beans, salad or meat.

I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,

and when they get angry, I’ll run, if I’m able.

(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.)

 

I’ll hog the TV, through channels I’ll click.

I’ll cross both my eyes, to see if they stick.

I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,

then play in the mud ‘til end of the day.

(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids.)

 

I’ll creep into bed with one muddy sock,

close both eyes tightly when I hear them knock.

My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,

and say with a sigh, “she’s so sweet when she’s sleeping.”

 

(Adapted from a shorter poem by an unknown author.)

Sharon Canfield Dorsey is an award-winning poet and author of two children’s books, Revolt of the Teacups and Herman the Hermit Crab and the Mystery of the Big, Black, Shiny Thing; a memoir, Daughter of the Mountains

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