Being a Mom
My full-time time is being called "Mom"
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I now I have about fifteen kids
Cars, problems, and finances are every day.
All it takes is
To hear their voice
My love, and advice
Is a simple choice
I've seen them grow up
Have kids of their own
Divorce for some
And death from the war zone
My house is always full
Words, music and art
Tears, laughter, love and hate
Can barely keep up with everything they start
Constantly moving in
Pondering on moving out
My garage is anything but clean
But who am I to pout
I have the love of many
Phone calls every day
Just to say,"I love you mom"
What more can I say
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