Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Being a Mom

Like chirping birds announcing morn'
little feet arouse the dawn.

Clanging toys and banging doors,
pirates, mermaids and messy floors.

Little voices and owie toes,
little sobs crying little woes.

When the day waves its goodbye,
and slumber greets the heavy eye

What would I have rather done,
than nurture the soul of a little one?

1 comment:

shelby said...

oh :) what a sweet sweet poem, i love it :)