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 Category:  Humor Poetry
  Posted: September 29, 2017      Views: 106
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

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Chapter 10 of the book Let's Laugh 5
"It Really Doesn't Matter" by Barb Hensongispsaca
Some days you feel so happy as
you conquer many things.
You feel one step ahead in life...
defeat what 'er it brings!

You have your ducks all in a row,
and everything looks neat.
Your house is perfect -so to speak-
and that was quite a feat.

But then you hear that tiny voice,
"Hey, Mom, what can I do?"
Two little hands start working fast
as he is helping you.

You start to feel that tension build,
your insides start to shake.
You're sweating as you watch his hands,
your voice begins to quake.

You catch yourself as you reach out,
to straighten up each move.
Your perfect house gets rearranged
to fit into his groove.

There comes a time in all Moms' lives
when children's thoughts come first.
You have to put away your plans,
their bubbles you won't burst.

Your stacks of towels lean left or right,
the cabinets open wide,
there's mud across your nice clean floor,
your face you try to hide.

"Hey, Mom, I'm hungry. What's to eat?
I'm here to help you clean.
I'll fold the clothes - I do know how,
the best you've ever seen!"

Sometimes your days are really stressed,
sometimes they're burden free.
It all depends on what you feel's
important, don't you see?

Just look into that smiling face,
your precious little boy,
and know that you have made his day
as you pick up that toy.


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I found the picture on the internet and remembered the little hands that helped after I cleaned.
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