Words of My own Son

One of the presents that Brahms gave me this Christmas came in a small medicine bottle.  It was a poem he wrote about me.   If this is how my children think, then all the sweat and stress that come in raising kids is nothing compared to the joy of knowing that they appreciate what I do. 

Amazing Abilities

By Brahms

I don't know how

You keep it up

Filling our plates

Filling our cups

Doing the laundry

Cleaning the house

Strong as an oxen

Quick as a mouse

No speck of dust

Is left behind

So cruel to dirt

But to us she is kind

With kids that roll

With kids that hop

I don't know how

She has time to shop

With all these strange

Supernatural deeds

The funny thing is

She attends to my needs

She loves

And she cares

Takes all of our pictures

Cuts all of our hairs

I don't know how

She manages it

But if I were her

I think I would quit.

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