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As mothers we meet ourselves coming and going, but it takes so little to make us happy. |
| Bathe the babe, Stop a fight, Make the beds, Fly a kite. I'm a mother. Dust the table, Stir the soup, Mend a shirt, Don't get pooped. I'm a mother. Hang the clothes, Feed the cat, Sweep the floors, Shake the mat. I'm a mother. "I love you, Mom, I'm a lucky boy!" It takes so little To give me joy. I'm a mother! |