This early morn I woke befuddled; . <br />Came downstairs to write <br />These thoughts that in my mind were muddled <br />Through the stormy night. <br />It's been two weeks since I've come home <br />From hernia repair, <br />To spend so many healing hours <br />In this reclining chair. <br /> <br />As I recline and think of how <br />In 'gifting' we have scored, <br />To mark this anniversary, <br />We both went overboard. <br />There's no use beating 'round the bush. <br />I'll tell it to you straight. <br />The two of us spent much too much <br />On this, our twenty eighth. <br /> <br />Reclining chair and oven, <br />Both expensive, but so good; <br />One's for recuperation, <br />While the other fixes food. <br />I gather thoughts to write, <br />This rainy Mother's Day, <br />Reclining here so easily, <br />Here's what I have to say: <br /> <br />Homemaker that you are once more, <br />Just how will you behave, <br />With recipes and cooking, <br />In your oven, microwave? <br />The family and I agree. <br />We think that you will save, <br />On time, as well as money, <br />With your oven, microwave. <br /> <br />With money now so limited, <br />I've something else to say: <br />I trust the oven, microwave, <br />Will serve for Mother's Day. <br /> <br />Since 'tit for tat' is only fair, <br />I've one more thing to say: <br />I'm willing to accept the chair, <br />To honor Father's Day.<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-s-day-with-microwave/
