Being a Mom

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?

Comments

shelby said…
oh :) what a sweet sweet poem, i love it :)

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