This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.

(This assignment was to write about someone else.)

It’s a(n almost) thankless job

Today my mother will get up
eat breakfast
go to work
write a manual
deal with programmers
eat lunch
answer questions
drive back home
write for class
drive back out
pick up kids
come back home
make dinner
write some more
and go to sleep.
And tomorrow she will get up and do it all again.
She asks for no more, gives no less
and will do it all again and again
because before she went to bed
her daughter hugged her
and said, “I love you mom”