This poem I received from Dalton, it is so true. Here's to all you great mom's!
My mother's job is sometime's hard, and I heard her say, "The hours are long, and if I could, I'd like to change the pay." Her profession has variety, and I will tell you now about the many hats she wears--and why and when and how.
My mommy's a nurse who fixes patches, all of my hurts and my sores and my scratches.
My mother's a chef who fixes each dinner, fit for a king---a blue ribbon winner!
My mom's a chauffeur who drives pretty slow, but gets me where I need to go.
My mom's a detective, and no one is greater, at getting the truth from me sooner or later.
My mommy's a gardener and works really hard, planting and weeding and grooming our yard.
My mother's a maid--at least that's what she said-'cause she cleans up the house and makes every bed.
My mother's an angel--a queen in disguise--who teaches the gospel with tears in her eyes.
Today take these hats off, and please wear no other. Let me do your work, to show
I LOVE YOU, MOTHER!
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