Mommy, dear

Mommy, dear, why do you cry
at the toast
the eggs
the strawb’ry jam
(I may have spilled across your bed)?

Look, dear Mom, at this great card
I made in school
with all the cray’ns
(stuffed in my pack)
forgot, till now.

But-
Mommy, dear, I love you so!
through tears
a sniff
a strawb’ry hug;

you smile and say, “I know.”

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©2023 Chel Owens

“I think I can understand that feeling about a housewife’s work being like that of Sisyphus (who was the stone rolling gentleman). But it is surely in reality the most important work in the world. What do ships, railways, miners, cars, governments, etc. exist for except for that people may be fed, warmed, and safe in their own homes? As Dr. Johnson said, ‘To be happy at home is the end of all human endeavor.’ … We wage war in order to have peace, we work in order to have leisure, we produce food in order to eat it. So your job is the one for which all others exist.”

C.S. Lewis, from a letter he wrote in 1955 (Thanks, Mere Inkling)