November 17, 1997

She just can't lose those few extra pounds
Just found as she grew our next last child
And the older kids' fighting and screaming
While the little one's napping and teething
Exposes the fuse that just drives her wild.

As she kneels below the Everest of clothes
And shivers in the blizzard of bills we owe,
She prays to God or Ed McMahon
But she knows it's the waste of a stamp
And maybe, suppose, the waste of her life
Save being an excellent mother and wife
And the steady flame of an inward lamp;
The blaze of God fearing woman.

Moving Mountains
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