Spaghetti Mother

The modern mother 

is made of spaghetti

She’s hard at work

But soft at play

Thin and long

She bends in many ways

Throughout the day

She can handle a lot of pressure

But left too long

Then she may melt down

Once, or twice

Entertaining comes easily

As her spaghetti arms fling about

Tantrums? Crying spells?

A nibble of her spaghetti body

Makes all the ow ows go away

She can be hot and tender

But also cold and stiff

Sometimes a little clingy 

But that’s the beauty of it

And like spaghetti for dinner

A modern mother 

Doesn’t ask for much in return

Just some form of acknowledgment

“Wow, this is some great spaghetti”

She’s funny and witty

Strong and pretty

Happy and go lucky 

Sleep deprived and hungry

My - what a fearsome thing to behold