She wakes in the morning and she’s got to go.
Time’s moving fast, but she’s moving slow.
She comes into work and uses her brain,
But cannot help and feel the strain.
She feels like her world’s spinning round and round.
Her body’s tired, but she can’t slow down.
She could make a thousand dollars, then a thousand more,
but three boys later, still the woman’s poor.
She picks up the boys as her workday ends.
She tries to reach out, and remember friends.
She makes time for housework and her children too.
She says, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make time for you.”
She does the dishes with pain in her back.
She feels like she’s going to have a heart attack.
With all this stress she will hardly sleep.
Her mind is spinning and her thoughts are deep.
She says her prayers to the Lord above.
Thanks Him for life and this gift of love.
She wakes in the morning, does it all again.
Vacation’s coming. Only, God knows when.
Her weekend’s for laundry, and her errands, too.
She says, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make time for you.”
She gives everything, while they all forget; she isn’t quite finished with her morning yet.
Weekend is over, back to tug-o-war.
With all her running round, now her feet are sore.
She’ll give and give, and she’ll do and do.
She’s grateful, Lord. She does it all for You.
But, she feels like her world’s spinning round and round.
Her bodies tired, but she can’t slow down.
She has no time alone, and it’s a sin.
But, it’s never been easy being Jacqueline.
For your birthday, I wrote you this poem.
I pray for your joy.
Now relax at home.