Picasso woman ironing

Harried, bewildered
How often did she
Try to pat into shape
Her unruly rebellious
Young one~

A lingering matter
Of mystery, this disheveled
Imp, was she really
Her progeny she’d often

Sighing, laconically
She pressed hard
To iron out wrinkles
Straighten her secretly
Favorite child~

Fully aware
That to curb
This one’ nature
Was like taming the
Sirocco winds~

painting of Ironing woman is by Picaso


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