I don’t remember writing this poem, but I remember when I was frazzled trying to raise a houseful of children.
Bob was always working. Some days he was on the farm, other days he was a mechanic at the canning company. Too many days he worked at both. That left me at home trying to stay sane while caring for our family. I must have written this one on a particularly crazy day.
A perfect mother, I was not.
Here I used writing to cope.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
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