My mom’s broom

I go round and round the corners of the room

I am a magical stick of Mum's that people call “the broom”

I work from dawn to dusk, from day to night

Mum and I have a terrible fight

With all the dust and dirt in my sight,

        Really Mum's vision is very bright.

Whenever the dreaded children come

I know my job will never get done

It’s because of all their stupid fun

That all the work - remains undone!

I get irritated but Mum is unashamed

For who are we to be blamed?

There is no one to whom we turn up

And ask for money or a run-up

It's true that even I tire

With all the muck and the mire

Mum and I have a terrible fight

With all the dust and dirt in my sight,

        Really mums vision is very bright.

What must it be like to holiday?

Or a rest on Sunday?

Even a good nap could become a fun day

I work from dawn to dusk, from day to night

Mum and I have a terrible fight

With all the dust and dirt in my sight,

        Really mums vision is bright.

Reviews

[Lauriegirl]

This is a stunning write. I love the imagery here. Very good

[Naysan arif]

Thank you :) Hope you like my other poems too :)

[John Anderson]

beautifully expressed and finely penned.

[Naysan arif]

Thank you.... hope you would read my other poems too.....:)

[Christopher Robin]

I see you posted the version you had before we discussed it, all my comments are in the message sent to you earlier :)

-Robin