 |
| Handling It ..... |
Mothers day is always the time,
Children with the same old line,
" Gee dear mom how I do love you",
But don't forget I need a few.
All to soon their time will come,
Being mom ain't always fun,
Complaining as they did before,
You just decide to hear no more,
Bring the kids and stay awhile.
Please then go in single file,
Then raising hands in sad goodbyes,
Tears start welling in your eyes,
Time goes by and ain't it true.
They begin to listen to you,
Advising them as you did before,
Just as they would slam the door.
Now it's thier time a bit nice to see,
As they climb up the proverbial tree,
It ain't so easy being a mom,
It's like an endless telethon.
I love you and you love me,
Let's all pray for grandmas to be,
Not to listen when they whine and bitch,
Expecting us to fill their niche,
So stop your callin' when you're ballin',
Cause in that trap I ain't fallin",
Now you got yours and I had mine,
For handling yours now is the time.
No comments:
Post a Comment