Her

Her:

Her voice

Shrill and strained and sickly sweet.

A false emotion, all day, everyday.

Her thanks

Short, court, two words.

A simple routine, no more, no less.

Her movements

Rushing, jerking, groaning, 

Just get things done and move on.

Her glances

Sad, disapproving, belie.

Not caring enough to say, though.

Her role

Meaningless, a job, a weight.

A title of mother, that's all.

Author's Note

I changed the name. I didn't like the name the first time. Hope to like it!

Reviews

[revalatia]

Sounds like everyone at my job :P I like it. I got great imagery from this. Thanks for sharing.

[Sami Khalil]

I like how you worded this one with different descriptions...Bravo.......................

[Coyote Poetry]

"Her role
Meaningless, a job, a weight.
A title of mother, that's all."
I like the above lines. I like the way you led the reader to the ending. Some jobs and function is rarely appreciated till they are needed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Maddi Snowden]

Well written! You have a lot of potential to grow as a poet and author. I think that this is a wonderful start to a poem. Good work!

[PoetryPenPal]

I really like the last line. It really ties up the story really quickly. The poem was really good!