My husband gives me an A
for last night's supper
an incomplete for my ironing
a B plus in bed.
My son says I am average
an average mother, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve.
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'till they learn
I'm dropping out.
Linda Pastan, The Five Stages of Grief (W. W. Norton & Co., 1978)
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