Rushing, rushing, constantly in a hurry
The father has long gone; the mother with children scurries
“Time to go!” The mother cries. “It’s time for school!”
But deep inside, her heart aches; the mother worries
The mother is no longer a mother; she’s an employee
Sitting behind a desk attempting to focus on her work
But she can’t; not entirely. Her mind is too noisy
It’s racing, filled with thoughts of work, school and housework
The phone rings, the woman jumps to answer
It’s the school. The feeling of panic creeps up her spine
One of the kids was injured; heading to the hospital – and so is she
At the hospital, the woman is back to being “worried mother” again
Where is the father? No one can find him; reach him. What? Voicemail?!?
The child bumped the head and is fine. But the “Worried mother” is solo – as always…again.