Mother's helper

I am as dumb as I am wise.
My wisdom was made 
to serve her,
my dumbness was made 
to hurt me.
She doesn't listen, 
nor do I change.
I exist to no purpose at all!
She quacks and quacks 
about her woes,
which serves her 
to make no change.
Me trying to save her 
serves me not at all,
and her as a background tune.

2010-03-01

© Anthony Thwaites