To My Children
To My Children
Your teeth are green.
Your hot breath reeks.
Your room is a mess.
Your clothing stinks.
Your voice is loud.
Your ears are deaf.
I am your maid
and personal chef.
I'm proud of you
and all your traits
Cause I'm the one
Who made you great.
Brenda Atry
Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2011
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