Poems for Moms
If You Give A Mom A Muffin
If you give a mom a muffin,
She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she'll find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her
she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She'll look for her cookbook
("101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger").
The cookbook is setting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The check book is in her purse
that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two-year-old's diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her
that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are... If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
To Mommy, With Love
I am a toddler. I am a super snooper.
I search and check everything within my reach and often beyond.
I am curious, too curious at times. I declare my independence,
often quite loudly. I know I can do it, all by myself.
But, Please stay close.
I need you there, to help keep me from hurting myself when I am too curious.
I need you to encourage me, and allow me to try to do it by myself,
and to help when I can't, or when I get frustrated.
I need you to hug and cuddle with me. If I do something you don't like, tell me.
Show me a better way. Please don't reject me. Please be patient.
I have really only been in this world a short while.
The world and it's ways are still so very, very new to me.
My Mommy Cuddles Me
My mommy cuddles me
kisses me, hugs me and misses me
pampers me, praises me, always amazes me
Washes my clothes for me,
tickles my toes for me,
giggles and talks with me,
and also goes on walks with me,
Says "sweet dreams" to me,
Sings sweet songs to me,
I am glad she belongs to me..
Were You, Mom?
Mom, did you used to play
with kites and skipping rope?
Did you sometimes wash your hands,
forgetting about the soap?
Did you walk in squishy mud or like to play in rain?
Did your mom say, "Eat your vegetables."
again, again, again?
Did your aunts and uncles kiss you?
Dis you wish that they would not?
Did you always mind your manners
and do what you were taught?
Did you run and jump and slide
or fall and scrape your knee?
Mom, were you ever really once a little kid like me?
Where would you like to go now?
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