A poem I wrote many years ago but only recently added the last verse.
I’M UNEMPLOYED MUM
This morning I wept for my children
A thing that I’ve not done before,
The total futility, humility
Hit me as I worked on my chore.
My position in life is quite humble,
A working class housewife am I,
But what role is there left for my children?
For a role they must have or they die.
What effects will this unemployment
Now have on the likes of us folk?
Adult “children” remain our dependants
In unemployed families, now broke.
My unemployed son went to college
To improve his chances you see,
Though he gained a whole wealth of knowledge
They still turned down his CV.
My middle son, twice made redundant,
Decided to be self employed,
Then set himself up as cab driver
So he’d have no unemployed void.
My youngest son’s plans were much grander,
A university degree,
To keep him away from the dole queue,
So successful in life he could be.
Now, more than twenty years later
All working, and families have they,
Yet recession and unemployment
Revisited again… today.
Carole Parkes ©2014