Sunday, 10 March 2013

Mum: best job in the world

I might get exhausted
I might shout some days
But it's worth all the aggro
To have you here today

To be woken each morning
To be chef of all meals
Is sometimes quite boring
But there's upsides to the deal

There are kisses and cuddles
Notes of all sorts
Seeing you develop
Just like you ought

I never imagined
How great this job would be
It's the best in the world
Because you're everything to me


Kimolisa said...

This is such a sweet poem. Well written.

aprille said...

Emma, I presume the flowers are for you. Have a happy Mothering Sunday.

Panchali said...

Very nice poem. Every Mom will be able to relate to this piece...lovely!!

Libby Meador said...

So true, the best in the world. But I did quit the short-order chef part. Mine are old enough now to fix it themselves if they turn up their noses.

Mark M. Redfearn said...

Hope you shared this with your daughter! (And if you did, I'm sure it brought a smile to her face.)

Origami Pheasant

McGuffy Ann said...

This is wonderful.
Here is my offering:

Dave King said...

Good to hear that said at first hand and so clearly and unambiguously.

Kim Nelson said...

all kinds of truth in this one, Emma!

Kodjo Deynoo said...

A proclamation an award of the joy of parenthood, motherhood