She’s not the mom just the nanny that’s all
But she is the one who the mom’s often call
A change of the diaper, a blow of the nose
A load of the laundry, a run in the hose
Run over here… while you be over there
Do ten things at once with no moment to spare
Don’t be surprised when your nerves hit the skids
You’re playing a mom with another mom’s kids
When they go off to college the folks get the credit
But it’s you all along, to which they’re indebted
The late nights with babies, the terrible two’s
The teenager angst about dating and booze
The nanny she raises her hopes and her dreams
Along with your kids…while cleaning latrines
David Kettler, April 16th 2009
I’ve never had a nanny or really know anyone who is a nanny that comes to mind. I guess I just think of how hard my wife had to work with a two year old and a new born in the house at the same time and then think of doing all that work and having them not be your own children. That was kind of the idea I had in my mind while writing this poem…the “N” in the poetical alphabet!
But she is the one who the mom’s often call
A change of the diaper, a blow of the nose
A load of the laundry, a run in the hose
Run over here… while you be over there
Do ten things at once with no moment to spare
Don’t be surprised when your nerves hit the skids
You’re playing a mom with another mom’s kids
When they go off to college the folks get the credit
But it’s you all along, to which they’re indebted
The late nights with babies, the terrible two’s
The teenager angst about dating and booze
The nanny she raises her hopes and her dreams
Along with your kids…while cleaning latrines
David Kettler, April 16th 2009
I’ve never had a nanny or really know anyone who is a nanny that comes to mind. I guess I just think of how hard my wife had to work with a two year old and a new born in the house at the same time and then think of doing all that work and having them not be your own children. That was kind of the idea I had in my mind while writing this poem…the “N” in the poetical alphabet!