Those tedious days

Of all the poems I can relate to most, "Those Winter Days" would take the title. My mother was the first person to pop into my mind when reading the poem. I know mothers are historically to be the child bearers and care givers of the family and this job is looked down upon by many; however, Amy Richardson is my definition of a superhero. She's the first one awake to make my buttered then peanut-buttered toast and the last one to put the dogs up after everyone is asleep. This week as she is in Florida with a friend, I have taken over the role as mother for the week. At this point while my father is at a meeting and I am here with all my sisters, I am almost to my breaking point due to the amount of stuff needing to be done around the house! Now I have a taste of this thankless job and a lot more respect for my mother! The respect that the father in the poem did not have.