Overworked and Overwhelmed: The Ballad of the Modern Day Mom
Write a ballad today about being overwhelmed. That was today’s poetry prompt. A form and subject. I’m sure you all know what it feels like to be overwhelmed, and those of you of a certain age know what a ballad is. Think Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, though, I’m not sure if that’s a traditional ballad or not. Or you can read Barbara Allan or Sir Patrick Spens.
A ballad has a specific rhyme scheme and meter. The syllable count is traditionally 8-6-8-6, and the rhyme pattern is a/b/c/b. A ballad is also generally a folk type poem that can be sung in some cases.
I decided to make my ballad about being an overworked mom, because who else tends to be more overwhelmed than a working mom? Besides, I needed something a little light today. Hope you like it.
Ballad of the Modern Mom
By Jesi Scott
“Do the dishes and sweep the floors,
Don’t forget the laundry.
The kids have school and I have work-
Bills require money.”
“I need to dust and plan some meals,
The trash needs to go out.
There’s clothes to mend and rugs to beat,
I’m sure there’s dirt throughout.”
“The pets need care, food needs buying,
One more trip to market.
There is no time to sit and rest,”
The lady remarketh.
“And still there’s more for Jill has dance,
Tommy has karate.
John has practice today at three-
So does little Dottie.”
“I must go now,” said the lady.
There’s still so much to do.”
She checked her list then off she went,
No time for an adieu.
And so I sat, my hat in hand,
I watched her walk away.
I’m glad I’m not a parent for
I’d rather sleep all day.