When Mommy's Your Name
A Fun Poem About the Joys of Being a Mommy. When Mommy's Your Name
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?
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-By Jacey Reynolds a freelance writer, stay at home mom of two small
children, and author of "Your Happy Baby," a
popular eBook which teaches a simple and
proven method for getting your baby on a schedule
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About the Author
Jacey Reynolds is a stay-at-home mother of 2 and author of "Your Happy Baby," a popular eBook which teaches a simple and proven method for getting your baby on a schedule and sleeping through the night. Money Back Guarantee. Fantastic price.
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