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My Mother Does My Homework
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My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.
We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.
And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.
You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.
I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.
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Reading Level: Grade 2
About This Poem
As a parent of two children, I get to help my children with their homework quite often. But sometimes it's easy to accidentally "help" them a little too much. Now and then, without meaning to, a parent can cross the line between showing their children how to figure out an answer, and showing them the answer.
I don't think parents do this intentionally, but sometimes they do go from helping out to doing a problem for their child as a way of showing them how it's done.
But what would happen if the parent liked it so much, that they just answered all of a student's homework problems? Every day? The kid might get good grades on their homework, but they wouldn't learn very much. And they probably wouldn't do very well on tests.
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