Hi Mom I'm home, guess what
happened today?
I didn't get in trouble at school,
I'm hungry,can
I go out and play?
Yeah that's my coat in
the middle of the floor,
Someone must have
kicked my shoes
over in front of the door.
Is that my book bag on the table you say?
I would have put it in my room Mom
but I'm so
tired,I just wasn't able,
now Can I go out and
play?
Ok Mom, yes that's my stuff on the
couch,
Gee Mom today you are sure
a grouch.
Hey Mom, look what I made
for you today.
I colored it all by myself you see.
I made it just for you, does it look like me?
Uh oh now I did it, I see a tears in her eyes.
Now she's walking
toward me,
Oh Mom don't hug
me so tight.
Wow that was not a mad tear I saw,
It was just a Mommy tear, and those are best of all!
They are there at night when she tucks me in bed,
Sometimes they are there when she measures me
how tall I am and puts the ruler on my head.
I wish I knew what causes Mommy tears
I hate to see
her cry, They don't seem to hurt her,
I reach up
to wipe them away or at least sometimes I try.
She smiles and tells me that's ok,they're not because she
sad
And it was not caused from me being bad.
She says loves me and that is why,
They are tears of
happiness and they come deep from inside.
Written for my Daughter Sarah Reola and my Son Isaac ElijahMother's
Day May 8, 1999 ~ Delta May Wilson
