When I was a young girl
There were guy jobs
And gal jobs
I never mowed a lawn
Never felt that satisfaction
Of that kind of a job well done.
Now I am forty-eight
I mow my own lawn
And when I am done
I sit down and admire it
Saying to myself
“Look, you did it”
Knowing I could have done this
Years ago
When my back was stronger
Than it is today,
But I still am happy
I can take pleasure
Sipping on ice cold lemonade
Looking at how I didn’t even miss a spot
After mowing the lawn -
Even if I have to take some
Ibuprofen tonight
I still have the joy of knowing
“I” mowed the lawn
And that makes me feel good.
Connie Webb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mowing-the-lawn/
