Mama’s Private Moments

Mother when did you have private moments

Your life must have been an endless daily event

Fourteen active children running under your feet

As your making meals and yummy treats for us to eat

I never woke before you, you were always the first to rise 

We slowly trailed each other out of bed, wiping sleepy eyes

Pots and pans clanging in the kitchen hurrying to get done

Your first chore of the day was to get us fed, every one 

Then Out the door, we would go to play in the country air

We never gave it a second thought or even a hint of care

you were stuck in the Kitchen cleaning up and planning on Lunch and Diner now

Not having much groceries to choose from, you made it delicious somehow

When did you have private moments, as most mothers did

They sat and talked on the party line or got a sitter for their kids

Mother, it’s a shame as children we didn’t understand

What a sacrifice you made for us with your loving hands

Your solitude could be measured in moments as I now think of you 

with pencil and paper in hand, that’s when you stole a few

That must have been your private moments, with distractions all around

You sat and furiously wrote and weren’t disturbed, as if you heard no sound

You set a pattern for all mothers, Maybe you didn’t even know

You stole your private moments in front of us, you just didn’t put on a show