What Do Mothers Do All Day?


Every minute, to and fro,
That's the way my hours go;
Bring me this, and take me that,
Feed the dog, take out the cat.

Standing up, I eat my toast,
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast;
Empty the garbage, make the bed,
Rush to church, then wash my head.

Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,
Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;
Scour the bathtub, then myself,
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.


Eat my sandwich on the run,
Now my afternoon's begun;
To the baseball game I go,
When will there be time to sew?

Meet the teacher, stop the fight,
See the dentist, fly the kite;
Help with homework, do the wash,
Iron the clothes, put on the squash.


Shop for groceries, cash a check,
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck!
Dinner time it soon will be,
What's for dinner?"
Wait and see.


Dirty dishes crowd the sink,
Next there's popcorn, then a drink;
Will they never go to bed ...
Will I ever get ahead?

"Bring me water,"... "Get the light,"
Turn off the TV, lock the bike;
"Where's my pillow?" ... "Hear my prayers,"
"Did you lock the door downstairs?"

At last in bed, my spouse and I,
Too tired to move, too weak to cry;
But as I doze, I hear him say,
"What do mothers do all day?"

~ Marshall H. Hart ~
Copyright 1976
Used With Permission


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