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Reminiscing on Mother’s Day

Torn between my Blackberry
And my little baby
Is already a tough call
But that is not all
As a working Mom
My cup of woes
Often overflows
A sulking husband
A whining baby
And to top it all
A very demanding Boss
Leaving me at a total loss
My head spins not knowing
On whom I should focus my attention
Indeed I must admit
It is to my baby that I generally submit
He who makes the loudest sound
Is bound to make me turn around
Between husband and boss
It is often the lucky toss
In no particular order
Husband can be chided even derided
For not taking up his share
Of responsibility to manage our baby
This baby line does not work with the boss
He never stops reminding me
About the human approach of the company
In allowing me working hour flexibility
In order to support top table diversity
Never a thought for my high levels of anxiety
So in the interest of propriety
I try to do my bit for my family and society

poem by Sandra Martyres
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