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When Mommy Is Your Name
A fun little poem about the joys of being a mommy :).
The telephone's ringing
the TV is blaring,
Sister is crying
'cause Brother's not sharing.
There's a spill on the carpet
that no one will claim.
There's no time for sitting
when Mommy's your name.
The laundry is folded
but not put away,
The dishes you just washed
are from yesterday.
Without any warning
your relatives came.
There's no getting caught up
when Mommy's your name.
You drive to the market,
You drive to the school.
You drive to the cleaners,
You drive the carpool.
You drive yourself crazy,
it's really a shame.
There's no time for resting
when Mommy's your name.
To your bedroom you sneak
to find peace for a minute,
but your minute is over
before you begin it.
Your little one finds you and
thinks it's a game.
There's no time for hiding
when Mommy's your name.
At night as you kneel to
thank heaven above you,
an angel creeps in and says,
"Mommy, I love you."
You may not know glory or fortune or fame,
but what does it matter
when Mommy's your name?
Copyright © Jacey Reynolds. Jacey is a stay-at-home mother of two, and author of the booklet, "Your Happy Baby," which teaches parents a simple, no-nonsense method of getting babies on a schedule and sleeping through the night. On her website, you can subscribe to her FREE Weekly Newsletter for great tips on parenting, budgeting, home, health, everything for families! Reprinted with permission.
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