When she is gone

Hang your towel.

Fold your clothes.

Brush your hair

And scrub your face.

Make your bed

And clean the floor,

Mothers demand.

Nagging to you

It may seem.

But watch,

When she is gone

You will wish

She'd be there

To smile with love

And say once more:

Hang your towel.

Fold your clothes.

Brush your hair

And scrub your face.

Make your bed 

And clean the floor.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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