Friday, September 24, 2010

A Mother’s Work


The house is a wreck
I'm not lookin' pretty
Homework's not done
Floors feelin' gritty

 
Clothes need to be washed
And groceries need bought
Stain on the carpet's
Not even a thought

 
Yard needs to be raked
Have pains of hunger
So much to do and
I'm not getting younger

 
What did I do with
My day, do you ask?
I fulfilled the most
Important of tasks

 
I visited Mom
I visited Dad
I hugged them so tight
It made us all glad

 
I played with my kids
And walked in the park
Then we caught fireflies
When the sky fell dark

 
I tucked them in bed
And kissed them goodnight
Laid with my husband
And cuddled up tight

 
Forgot my housework
In the joy and natter
There's always tomorrow
If not, does it matter?

 

 

1 comment:

Cindy Waits said...

Love the "A Mothers Work" Poem. Very sweet and Very true. You caught the Heart of a True Mom. :)