What's for Dinner?

I remember telling my exhausted Mother
that she was lucky
She just didn’t know how easy she had it
Although she had to work all day
for little pay,
when she got home
it was over
I still had homework

She should have slapped both sets
of chubby cheeks until red
But instead
She smiled in the face of ignorance
Laid her soft hands on my hard head,
gave me a kiss and let out a sigh
“Go wash up, my Love. Dinner will be ready in five.”