The widowed mom was now alone,
The last child grown and gone,
Now was her time to do her thing,
Her time to get it on.
She had so many choices,
Of things she'd like to do,
Take a trip - redo the house,
Get a hobby - go to school.
She was filled with such excitement,
At what she might take up,
The things she'd missed while raising kids,
For which now she could make up.
But fate has ways of interfering,
As to all of us is known,
For a daughter, then in trouble,
Made her weary way back home.
A baby in each loving arm,
Whose dad had disappeared,
Well, what's a mom supposed to do,
If not bring them in and dry their tears?
After all, her girl comes first,
And she loves her grandkids so.
But with three more mouths to feed,
Now her plans must go on hold,
Soon the daughter's spouse showed up,
"Please, Mom, can't Henry move in, too?"
He was the father of her grandkids,
So, what's a grandma s'posed to do?
Thus, in he came and settled down,
Without a job - no income,
Why can't kids stand on their own,
How come they become so burdensome?
A few days later at the door,
Stood her oldest, first-born son,
Suitcases in both hands,
And looking mighty glum.
"Debbie kicked me out, Mom,
And I lost my job today,
Can I bunk in here with you?
I need a place to stay."
"Of course," she said and hugged him,
He was her baby, too,
He looked so sad and desolate,
What's a mom supposed to do?
Since his old room was empty,
He moved back in with all his gear,
She now recalled his love for music,
The louder it played, the better to hear.
Number Two son then arrived,
(He'd been out searching for himself)
And after walking all through Europe,
He walked back home for help,
The Great American Novel
Was this son's primary goal,
He had done at least ten pages,
Just a thousand more to go.
She hugged him, "Come on in," she said,
"Come in and join the crowd,"
And so he did, but what the heck,
Surely one more was allowed.
So all the kids were home again,
Just like in days gone by,
Plus three more persons added in,
And two puppies on the side.
Though all adults, they still engaged
In sibling rivalry,
And she had to play the role again
Of a peace-making referee.
All day she cooked and cleaned and scrubbed,
Plus baby-sat and took phone calls,
She became the family banker,
No deposits - just withdrawals.
One night, when she went to bed,
After one, big, hectic day,
She laid there in great despair,
Was life meant to be this way?
She raised her kids; she loved her kids,
But, wasn't this her time?
And the more she thought about it,
A plan formed in her mind.
The next morning she met the gang,
At the breakfast table,
One cried, "Where's my coffee, Mom?"
She said, "Help yourself - you're able."
Her daughter asked, "Mom, where's the milk?
Is there fresh milk for the kids?"
"Honey, I don't know," she said,
"Why don't you check the fridge?"
"Two eggs, over easy, Mom,"
Number Two son said and grinned,
"Sure, I'd like some, too," she said,
As she grinned back at him.
"Hey Mom, what's going on?"
Asked her lazy son-in-law,
"Well, kids," she smiled sweetly,
"I'm going to leave you all."
A horn honked outside the house,
She laughed and smiled again,
"Oh, that must be my cab," she said,
Then she kissed each one of them.
Aghast they sat and watched her,
As she put on her coat to leave,
"So long, kids," she said, "I love you,"
Then she tossed them all her keys.
Next she told the taxi driver,
"To the airport, my good man,
Let's see ... Hawaii or Bermuda?"
And she flipped a coin in her hand.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002 ~ Revised June 2006