Friday, December 25, 2015
Knowing many people but alone all day long.
Hoping for a vacation but neglectfully despised.
Bad feelings envelope your soul once in a while.
You smile without, but your heart burns within.
You wish someone will validate your sacrifice.
Life is made to function on high speed or rush hour.
Counting her curses, invited sadness and depression.
Consequently, quarantined from Lebenfreude’s fountain.
Like the janitor, you clean after their doodling.
As a doctor, you put balm to heal their wounds.
As a teacher, you educate their virgin minds.
As a pastor, you pray for their sinful souls.
One minute a jailer; another the caregiver.
Chef at noonday and guard from dusk to dawn.
Comedian to some and tragedian unto others.
It is a devotion to your kids, rewarded by God.
They blend teaching and motherhood into one.
No matter how bad as students, they are your kids.
They cross the wet floor and push your patience.
Stay home motherhood is absent beauty without
That can only be imbued within by natural forces.
How could homemaking be a job without salary?
No remuneration so you call it “the best job ever.”
There is no 24 hour job on earth than a devotion.
You wonder what your future holds.
At times you feel guilty staying home.
Busybodies judge you too for staying home.
The kids awaken your murderous instinct.
You wish for help with the baby but see less.
Sometimes you do not get the love you need.
Where is the anonymous to hear your worries?
Use a telescope and see future world changers
Hamilton Ayuk. Dec 2015.
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