Nothing for Mother's Day

All I want for Mother's Day
is Nothing.
Nothing to cook.
Nothing to clean.
Nothing to pick up.
Nothing to put away.
Nothing to buy.
Nothing to pay.
Nothing to fill out.
Nothing to file.
Nothing to throw away.
Nothing to sort.
Nothing to fold.
Nothing to sweep.
Nothing to mop.
Nothing to wake me.
Nothing to ache.

Nothing but calm,
contentment,
the smell of my children
as they hug me,
the smile of your satisfaction.

But I know I won't get that,
so please get me a table saw
and some new gardening gloves
instead.