Mother Of All Times

It's supper time 

Hideous recipes comes out

At the back of my mind 

To treat my family right

But family needs a heart clogging dough 

And I ask myself "it's same every single day".

So what's the blow

Henceforth a mother, like me is making a muck

The deliciousness is stuck to the artificial-man made raucous

Let them have it, it's their bad luck

It might be a mother's instinct to care for health

But the mean family that are their loves, 

Can go to hell 

But alas! This is an inhumane spell

A person, a human, a mother couldn't sell

Chanting "I'll do right by them" Is a raging trail. 

But she fall in love with these selfish people, so nothing here to tell

Just a venting mother inside her own hell

There was no goblin market to trend her in

There was no Austen trying to blend in 

No woolf placing lids on the negative social-bands

Just a meme saying this "multihanded, multi tasker" Is the mother of super strength

A wish, a heavenly foretell 

Maybe this will end, at the maturity of these Canterbury tales

But who new, a multitude story even here continue

The morals and novelty, ah! What a virtue. 

I want to be something else from my mother 

But did I ever give a thought

That maybe, she fights from the same croaks

Her life may have shingled 

With one wish of another, 

Body deemed weak, for the sake of praise of another

Relishing ways of household work, for success of another

Racking her body weak, for sake of another

Making up, with living cheap, for the future of another. 

Always getting on with the brother, for sake of another

But at the age when she can't give, you say why bother. 

That's harrasment, that honest parental suffering, it seems 

It's spirit breaking, heart wrecking, scene 

To die inside a little, with no revering for themselves

It's similar to the the character DOBY, the house elf