What Mom Means To Me
I need someone
to wash my clothes,
to fix my breakfast
and butter my toast,
to give me some money
when I go to town.
I see a smile,
only turned upside down.
To do all the chores
and the yard work too.
In return, all she gets
is nothing, what's new?
I like to complain
and maybe tell a lie,
but not until later
do I see the hurt in Mom's eyes.
Copyright © Melody Clark | Year Posted 2005
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