Poems A-Z The Nanny

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!