Marks

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.

by Linda Pastan

Comments (18)

nice poem all about the morning about mother that nothing.
Self pitying and self centred. Horrible.
i love the way you write it is real and it feels real. well done.
It sounds to me like you need to take yourself on a vacation and not even think about what your being graded upon.. Give your self an A* to daydream and make one of those day dreams come true.
I like this kind of meaningful clever fun. If they told me my marks I would snap back at them: Who asked you? But then I'm a man. Does that make a difference?
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