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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

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9 comments:

  1. Kimolisa10 March 2013 at 15:42

    This is such a sweet poem. Well written.

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  2. Janine Bollée10 March 2013 at 15:59

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

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  3. Panchali10 March 2013 at 17:08

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

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  4. aelfbee10 March 2013 at 17:34

    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.

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  5. Mark10 March 2013 at 18:13

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

    Origami Pheasant

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  6. Anonymous11 March 2013 at 01:25

    This is wonderful.
    Here is my offering: http://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com/2013/03/womens-day.html

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  7. Dave King11 March 2013 at 11:28

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

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  8. Unknown11 March 2013 at 16:44

    all kinds of truth in this one, Emma!

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  9. Kodjo Deynoo12 March 2013 at 08:21

    A proclamation an award of the joy of parenthood, motherhood

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