On Being a Mother


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

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2 thoughts on “On Being a Mother

  1. 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..

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