Oh, How I Long For The Days


Oh, How I Long For the Days


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Oh how I so worry about our now wicked world,
where love was once embedded into the hearts
of every boy and girl.

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Oh how I long for the days where moms
can once again stay home,
so they can be there for their children
until they're grown and on their own.

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No more little runny noses,
gently pressing against smudgy window panes,
as they sadly watch their mothers
leaving for work once again.

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We only had one bath, and one old worn out t.v.,
a two bedroom home, a chevy car,
but that was good enough for me....

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But one thing I had waiting at home you see,
were the open arms of a loving mother
who was there to watch and care for me.

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Each day as I'd climb the stairs
of our little two story home,
I'd hear my mom cheerfully singing,
and I knew I'd never have to be alone.

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And although we had little money,
upon opening the door I'd always see,
that over in the corner on top of the stove,
there was a snack awaiting me.

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The house was tidy, our clothes were clean,
and I was as proud as I could be,
for I had the very best of all mothers
who watched and cared for me.

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Mom didn't make any money,
and she had no big degree,
but as far as I was concerned,
her M R S, was good enough for me.

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Oh how I long for the days
where moms can once again stay home,
but if it hadn't been for my hard working dad,
this indeed would have been a privilege
that I'd never have known.

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Author: Agatha Weeks
Copyright 2003

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