Oh how I so worry about our now wicked world,
where love was once embedded into the hearts
of every boy and girl.
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.
No more little runny noses,
gently pressing against smudgy window panes,
as they sadly watch their mothers
leaving for work once again.
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....
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Author: Agatha Weeks
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