I'm a stay-at-home mother.
I cook and I clean, one more than the other.
And one far better, I'd much rather clean,
it's all take-aways once they're over eighteen.
I'm at home with my children.
I home-educate them.
Some sewing, some singing, and curriculum trends.
Some times-tables rules, some flags of the world,
a lot of being schooled by two little girls.
I'm at home with my children.
That's how I answer.
I don't say I'm a dancer of the sean-nós leaning,
(I'm quite alright but my aunt is a demon).
I don't say that I write, I play scales on piano,
I don't say that I sing, (but I'm no soprano).
I don't say that I read, when the time can be found,
I don't say that I paint, (nothing profound).
I don't say I do paid work when I can:
I edit, I teach, I'm a scribe for exams.
I don't say I'm the actuary and president.
I manage this factory to the last cent.
I don't say that I've closed in an area by trees
because I hope to be, someday, a keeper of bees.
I'm at home with my children.
I'm not short of talents.
Despite what you think our books are well-balanced.
We don't borrow and we don't travel far,
so we've little to show but what's there is ours.
Why you're so concerned, I just don't know,
My strings are all mine, and they're on my bow.
I agree you're amazing, you've got it all,
I'm not you though, my steps must be small.
(But that may be a side effect of the fact
that I'm often tired, I'm a taker of naps).
Modesty's not one of my delusions,
and my time is the rarest
so here's my conclusion:
I don't want to share it
fielding your queries about my ambition:
I told you, I am at home with my children.
I don't say that I paint, (nothing profound).
I don't say I do paid work when I can:
I edit, I teach, I'm a scribe for exams.
I don't say I'm the actuary and president.
I manage this factory to the last cent.
I don't say that I've closed in an area by trees
because I hope to be, someday, a keeper of bees.
I'm at home with my children.
I'm not short of talents.
Despite what you think our books are well-balanced.
We don't borrow and we don't travel far,
so we've little to show but what's there is ours.
Why you're so concerned, I just don't know,
My strings are all mine, and they're on my bow.
I agree you're amazing, you've got it all,
I'm not you though, my steps must be small.
(But that may be a side effect of the fact
that I'm often tired, I'm a taker of naps).
Modesty's not one of my delusions,
and my time is the rarest
so here's my conclusion:
I don't want to share it
fielding your queries about my ambition:
I told you, I am at home with my children.
