MOM'S VIEW OF MOM
Hi Mom I'm home, guess what
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