Marjorie Harrell
What Do Mothers Do All Day?



Mom



Every minute, to and fro,

That's the way my hours go;

Bring me this, and take me that,

Feed the dog, take out the cat.

Standing up, I eat my toast,

Drink my coffee, thaw the roast;

Empty the garbage, make the bed,

Rush to church, then wash my head.

Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,

Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;

Scour the bathtub, then myself,

Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.


Mom


Eat my sandwich on the run,

Now my afternoon's begun;

To the baseball game I go,

When will there be time to sew?

Meet the teacher, stop the fight,

See the dentist, fly the kite;

Help with homework, do the wash,

Iron the clothes, put on the squash.


Mom


Shop for groceries, cash a check,

Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck!

Dinner time it soon will be,

What's for dinner?" they ask,

Wait and see.


Mom


Dirty dishes crowd the sink,

Next there's popcorn, then a drink;

Will they never go to bed ...

Will I ever get ahead?

"Bring me water,"... "Get the light,"

Turn off the TV, lock the bike;

"Where's my pillow?" ... "Hear my prayers,"

"Did you lock the door downstairs?"

At last in bed, my spouse and I,

Too tired to move, too weak to cry;

But as I doze, I hear him say,

"What do mothers do all day?"

~ Marshall H. Hart ~
Copyright 1976



Mom


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