Nobody warned you
How great was the task
Of being a mother
How long it would last
It’s no nine to five job
You don’t punch a clock
It isn’t routine
You have to take stock
There isn’t a pension
Or retirement plan
It’s all overtime
You supply on demand
But you know you’ve been paid
When your daughter or son
Softly kisses your cheek
Saying, “I love you, Mom.”
© 1977
My Precious Life 
A great depiction of parenthood, It’s a keep on “Keeping on” labor of love even when it’s a pain in the ????. I don’t mind the wait for a thanks when my prayers proceed my impatience..
Duncan’s sermon was spot on today!