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
9 comments:
This is such a sweet poem. Well written.
Sweet!
Emma, I presume the flowers are for you. Have a happy Mothering Sunday.
Very nice poem. Every Mom will be able to relate to this piece...lovely!!
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.
Hope you shared this with your daughter! (And if you did, I'm sure it brought a smile to her face.)
Origami Pheasant
This is wonderful.
Here is my offering: http://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com/2013/03/womens-day.html
Good to hear that said at first hand and so clearly and unambiguously.
all kinds of truth in this one, Emma!
A proclamation an award of the joy of parenthood, motherhood
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