But won't admit to being over thirty.
A mother has soft hands and smells good.
And doesn't like the kids being dirty
Nor bad report cards nor muddy feet,
Nor temper tantrums, nor loud noise
Nor kids that aren't neat.
Especially the loo,
She likes her children's kisses, an automatic washer
Oh, and Dad, I suppose, too
But spends a lot in the vegetable aisle
A mother can kiss sad little faces
And make them smile.
Does long hours and gets very little rest.
She worries too much about her children
And wants, for them, the best
The queen bee,
The tender caring hand .
And is loved, very much..