Dinnertime

Our dinners weren’t much to celebrate
Mom made the meal and we all ate.
And afterwards, at Mom’s clear wishes,
We two kids would wash the dishes.
The meals were nothing like gourmet,
Just nourishment to end the day.
What made the meals remarkable
Was all day long, my Mom taught school,
And kept the checkbook, and the house,
And sang in churches North and South,
And all of this activity
Consumed her time, instead of me.