as a mother
you often find
yourself spring up
fast as washing those walls
full of peanutbutter fingerprints
oh'glory what a mess
one can be
but you look into those
smiles of eyes as you know
deep down there your
tear of joy even before
one was born as that long labor
my gift is my child
and in one eyes
mother days i can say
is every day
in ones eyes
wash those hands
and forget the spanks
and sit and read with
the love of joy
the gift is a lifetime
so enjoy today and forever

I envision a sparkle in your eyes upon rereading what you've written.

Wow, Queene123, so full of reality. I'm sure each and every mother reading this work agrees wholeheartedly and would be sitting and thinking to themselves, " Yep, she's right on the money with this one. "

I personally find body of intent in your scribblings. There remains a world of acclaim and personal growth out there just waiting for ye to step up further and forward, and claim it. It's on and up for you, Kiddo. Run with it.

This is good shite, Queene123. Good stuff!

tommo / Ireland