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On My Toes
On My Toes
She pulls herself up with an rm ringing on her head.
Dragging and pulling herself up
To begin the day ahead.
With no one to help and
Hands are just two
She looks at her list of all that she has to do.
A call for Mumma
A call from Dad
She becomes the superwoman
Whose morning makes her mad.
The kids need to be out
Ready and set for school
While the other man in the house cannot
Find his socks and shoes.
One shout for breakfast
The other for key
Driving her insane
When her child spills her tea.
One needs the bag
The other needs his specs
One calls for bread and butter
The other for his coat instead.
She runs from here
She runs from there
With the house all scattered
She has no time to spare.
"Mumma where is my tiffin?"
"Darling where's my bag?"
"Mumma I am getting late!"
"Darling I need my ID tag."
She manages to help each one
In just an hour or so
They all leave the house
She already feels so tired and low.
This is the morning she goes through
Whether it's good or bad
She does go insane
But she still feels happy and glad.
