My husband gives me an A
for last night's supper,
an incomplete for my ironing,
a B plus in bed.
My son says I am average,
an average mother, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve.
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'til they learn
I'm dropping out.
Marks
Linda Pastan
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Poem topics: daughter, husband, mother, night, son, wait, mind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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