Something To Do

                              Something To Do

If you're a mom, you know it's true,
There always seems to be something to do;
Our kids think we're only -- the answer "NO,"
They think we wait around, for them to ask to go,
To the mall, to a friends', or maybe a show;
Just so we can point out -- "your room is not just so!"

They forget the laundry, sweeping, dishes, and mopping,
Dusting, cooking, change the baby, then go shopping;
They need some cookies for the bake sale...today,
"Can you do it, Mom -- or else what will my friends say?"
They don't see a maid, chef, baker, seamstress, laundress,
Nurse, or chauffeur -- just Mom -- why all the stress?

Then one day, when you think all is for naught,
They bring you a card, showing they do care -- they're caught;
They have picked up some of what you've said,
It isn't just M.C. Hammer inside of their head;
As they go out on their own, to join the human race crowd,
We let them go, and with tears in our eyes say -- I am so proud;

As the youngest one leaves, and we look around,
The "Something to Do" has been replaced, by the quiet we've found.

Rosanne M. Mayes