They say it is Mother’s Day but for me all days are for moms
For those days of waiting, for those days of ranting
Things never in place, for all that spring cleaning
For socks on the settee and books on the table
For wet clothes never to be washed
And making me feel absolutely unable
For snack boxes never out of the satchel
And assignment sheets never filed
Oh how lovely to be a Mom indeed
At the end of the day am I so tired
Never to listen to a word never agreeing willingly
Yes, I am a mother, and today is the day
I have to celebrate my endeavour!
I love my kids, I really do, and thank you for being the mischief monger
For one day i would not crib, shout or rant, for today I would only pamper!