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By Kimberley Payne Submitted by growingpaynes Date: 2003 Aug 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.18.05.39.14629]] |
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Why do you love me I ask with a grin? I'm playing a game with you, deep inside I desperately need to hear what it is you like about me As if your opinion of me is the only thing in the world That matters to or measures me. "You're such a good mother" you say..... Huh? Not a beautiful women, Not one sexy bitch, Not a wonderful wife, Not your best friend...... My entire existence has been summed up And the verdict is in... I do the laundry with grace I vacuum with such style My made-up beds are a work of art My hours of wiping little fingerprints from everything in the house will someday win the noble prize I used to wonder what magnificent thing I would do to change the world Now I realize the greatest thing I may ever do Is to be a loving substitute mother to your five children Because for whatever reasons their mothers are not here There are days when I feel like hired help But then there are days, when the kisses overflow with giggles And my five year old brushing my hair is better than any massage And dinner is silent because everyone loves the food And all nine of us are together and no ones fighting And I feel like I am part of something so special and so blessed And being "such a good mother" is good enough |