Little Star Homeschool

I hold the small of my back with one hand,
resting the other on the spade I sigh.
My son is five and making mud pies on the path,
I'll have to sweep it later and the washing isn't dry

I've planted rows of vegetables and scattered flower seeds,
my nails are cracked, my back aches and I need to prop the line.
I look at my son who's advanced to castles
and am taken in wonder, he's me
and I am my mother looking bewildered at the mess.

I rub my back and think, have I time for a cuppa?
Before I sweep away his little empire
and take his bare mud caked feet into the bath
and wash the dust from his hair ready for another day.