MY OWN MOTHER
She's always
sewing buttons on,
Or mending things
I tear;
Whenever I come home from school
I always find her
there.
She's always doing little things
That please me
very much,
Like making cakes and planning trips
To parks and
zoos, and such.
She's always reading stories, too,
or teaching me a
game;
And whether I've been good or bad,
She loves me just
the same.
Are you surprised that I find her
Dearer than any
other?
I'm sure by now you know her name,
Of course--she is
my mother! |