The magazine my wife reads has launched,
for Mother’s Month, a writing contest.
A married woman should report works
and troubles on raising her children,
showing the drudgery of everyday life.
To the winner, an unpriced diamond ring.
A brilliant writer, surely confident in her pen
and in her extreme love for our three sons,
soon she started writing.
Then, there was a lot of school homework,
the babysitter left our service
and our youngest child has become ill.
Today, work still incomplete,
she missed the contest deadline.
I’m rightly concerned one diamond ring
will wrongly adorn some mother’s hand.