You Must Not Know Bout Me

I'm just somebody's momma, as regular as can be.

I cook, I clean, I cuddle, I scold, and kiss their wounded knees.

I'm also only someone's wife,

If you ask me that means I have no life!

Between mom and wife,

I pay the price.

Someday I'll get myself back again.

But will I feel a new start, or will it be just the end?

I've only really been at this for a minute,

But someday they'll be grown, and I'll have did it!

Then what will I do? How will I be?

Alone in an empty nest? Or finally set free!

But please don't get it twisted,

You just don't know my head.

I know I might wish it,

But without my hubby and kids, I'd be dead!