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Never Be

Updated on September 17, 2013
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I'll never be the one
Who plays outside with them
Who holds them tight at all times
On their own it seems they wend

I'll never be the one
Who reads to them at night
The eldest reads to the youngest
That seems to solve my plight

I'll never be the perfect nurse
Who heals their every wound
A stash of bandages does the job
That's usually assumed

I'll never be the diva
That perfect fem-fatal
Who provides for him all needs
Sometimes I just confound

In fact I'll never be Super Mom
Isn't that the way they say
The one who balances family and work
And still knows how to play

There are many things in life
I am not nor can I be
Truth be told I don't understand
Just what you see in me

I know I love you dearly
For certain this is fact
So now you know the real me
Hope you aren't taken back

I know there is a way
For both of us to share
Our lives and still be sane
Maybe in the middle somewhere

I love you with all my heart
And as long as you can see
And still love me for those things
That I Know I'll Never Be!

Kari Shinal Copyright July 13, 2008

I'll never be the one
Who has a perfect house
Or have the best of children
Quieter than a mouse

I'll never have the patience
Of a sacred saint
Who never yells or is angered
Please, Sometimes I peel paint!

I'll never be the one
Who keeps the perfect books
Though I rarely bounce a check
I fumble through the muck

I'll never be in fashion
Nor the bell of the ball
I like better the thrift store
Don't like the shopping mall

I'll never be the person
Upon whom all depend
Although others feel I can be
They're terribly mislead

I'll never be neat nick
Who keeps all clutter out
Of my mind and home
No broom is shown about

I'll never be mother
Who tends to all their meetings
The comings and the goings
Of others and their greetings

I'll never be the chef
Who cooks for them at all times
The types like our mothers
Seems not one meal went by

I'll never be the teacher
I leave the schools for that
And since I have no income
Guess that's just where its at


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      Kari Shinal 3 years ago from Fayetteville, NC

      Thank you Benjamin. Some of us fall into that mode where we simply cannot think outside the box we place ourselves into. True for most actually.

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      Benjamin Chege 3 years ago

      Hi Tuatha. Nice poem. Voted up, beautiful and awesome. I like the fact that it seems to reflect with precision the bad attitude most people have toward life in general. I will try as hard as possible not to be a statistic. Thank you for the insightful hub.