Humming 'Birds'

This lady looks very much like my Grandma, but it's not her.

HUMMING 'BIRDS'

My Grandma was of the old school,

Like many, just a drudge,

While Grandpa thought men ruled the world,

And didn't think to budge.

She did the washing, ironing, beds,

The cooking and the floors,

The washing-up, the windows,

And all the other chores.

But she always seemed quite cheerful,

After all, she was a wife,

And every female on the earth

Knew housework ruled her life.

Now Grandma had a saying,

It was picked-up by my Mum;

She'd cry out 'No-one stop me now!

Because I'm in a hum!'

As she bustled round her kitchen

Or she let fly with the broom

Or hung out lines of washing

Or dusted the back room,

We'd hear her say her mantra

As she'd shine a window pane

'Don't stop me now! I'm in a hum!'

Over and over again.

That was seventy years ago

And, luckily, life has changed,

The men are willing(?) helpers

And things are re-arranged.

But some things never alter.

I have my Grandma's genes,

And often I'm the one who cooks

And sweeps the floor, and cleans.

And echoing over the decades

The mantra seems to come......

As I keep the momentum going

I cry 'Look! I'm in a hum!'

But when I stop for coffee

I've some other words to say

I've a mantra of my own......

'That'll do for today.'