A marching band of pots and pans.
A singer, a dancer, the maker of fun,
Dry from the rain and safe in the sun.
A laundry maid, a kitchen hand,
Full attention on demand.
A teacher, a nurse, a warning bell,
A teacher, a nurse, a warning bell,
No break for tea in the day from hell.
Corporate world of a kitchen sink,
Charges dressed in blue and pink.
A storyteller day and night,
Cure an ail and stop a fight.
Day shift, night shift never done,
The patience of angels all in one.
A tower of strength, a firm embrace,
Beauty and warmth and love and grace.
Face and hands of criss-cross lines,
Winning tiny hearts and minds.
Investing now these early days,
A future where the interest pays.
A happy child, a mothers work,
Built of love and not of luck.
Bedrock, anchor, cornerstone,
Bedrock, anchor, cornerstone,
Worth her very weight in gold.
Woman, lover, silly girl,
Keeper now of all her world.
A wife, a daughter, mother duck,
Question not the worth of her work... x
You can find poetry and prose from other bloggers every Thursday over at Prose For Thought
You can find poetry and prose from other bloggers every Thursday over at Prose For Thought
This is lovely- I feel a bit teary reading it!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely .... Popped over from BritMums...fab post now following x
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this. I am now following you too x
ReplyDeleteOne of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. Sums up motherhood perfectly :) xx
ReplyDeleteThank you - I think I'd had a long day when I wrote it!! ;)
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