soup

life is like a big bowl of soup stirred up and chopped and blanched and boiled

in this crazy saucepan

of soup I put

carrots celery

onion stock chicken

turnip parsnip

and herbs

salt and pepper

and of course

love

my kids will eat tonight

my work is done today

washing housework

cooking

reading

relaxing

writing

in this saucepan of life

we mix it all up

we cant stand still

we have to keep going

we cannot give up

we need to keep cooking

up our pot of soup

we cannot give up

we have to keep stirring the pot

keep chopping up the veg

keep being strong for our family

inside feeling so very weak and tired

if we don't

we the mothers have to 

and also the fathers

its our pride

we have to have a saucepan

stirring up the pot

keep chopping up those

carrots

our time will never come again

lets make our pot worthwhile

lets put our grievances aside

Reviews

[Wayfaring stranger]

Nicely write ordinary magical day of women --mother. You describe how did you feel be in this role. So even dumb man finally have to get it.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Lol dumb man who

[Wayfaring stranger]

Dumb man me LOL

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks so much scott B
I will

[ScottB]

Great poem!! The only part you may want to work on is capitalization of words in the verses and apostrophes in your conjunctions.