A Mother’s Work is Never Done

Rubbing belly, full of dreams and wishes

Turns quickly into wiping noses, doing dishes.

“I can’t sleep” little one whispers.

Crawls into your bed, next to her sisters.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Getting up early to start the day.

Trying to be cheery while in their bed they stay.

Rip off covers, demand respect.

Up they go screaming Child Sleep Neglect.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Drive to school. Kiss, kiss goodbye.

Off to work, or at least to try.

The phone rings quick.

Little one’s sick.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Sneaking veggies into dinner.

Eyes roll, as they’d rather get thinner.

Try so hard to keep ‘em healthy.

Dreaming of days when I’ll be wealthy.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Carpool rides to and from friends

Sat night that never ends.

Waiting for cars to return to park.

Teens coming home when it’s so dark.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Folding clothes that got too small.

Taking down band posters from that wall.

Painting rooms, as tastes do change.

Finding space, time to rearrange.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

 

Prepping for some graduations.

Nursery, 8th and 12th , Congratulations.

Happened in a blink of an eye.

Time is really passing by.

A Mother’s Work is Never Done.

I hope.

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all who wipe noses, clean vomit and wait up nights for kids to come home. You’re awesome!

 

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