| 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 ~ |
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