Motherhood Miles
I change the diapers
wash the pot
scrub the floors
dust "what-nots".
I kiss the "boo-boos"
scratch little backs
make the beds
Pack lunch sacks.
I patch the jeans
darn the socks
dry the tears
comb curly locks.
I drink tea
with teddy bears
put on their p.j.'s
and hear childish prayers.
The price might be sanity
paid in milky smiles
but there is NOTHING I would trade
for my motherhood miles!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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