A mother's day is...
Helping with science, spelling, social studies and math,
Begging and pleading to please take a bath,
Trying to teach a five-year-old how to skate,
Explaining the difference between a city and a state,
Reading a story, sewing a button on a shirt,
Reminding that before eating to wash off that dirt,
Finding footprints on a freshly waxed floor,
Spilled milk, cookie crumbs, wild questions galore,
A slamming door, signaling thirst on a summer day,
Finding the new carpet is full of blue modeling clay,
Discovering strange little objects under the bed,
Noticing his socks have one green stripe and one red,
Wondering why everything is suddenly quiet,
Stopping the washing of dishes to referee a fight,
Laughter, torn blue jeans, skinned up knees,
Begging once more to please eat your peas,
Teddy bears, broken crayons, a coloring book,
Wondering when there will be time to cook,
Listening at day's end to your child's bedtime prayer,
And watching in awe as your child sleeps without a care.
One day, the children will be all grown,
And the years will seem as though they have flown.
At that time, I pray that I might smile and recall,
Filling the quiet with these memories, one and all.