The Mom Poem

There you stand
Across the room.
With a broom
In your hand.

You work all morning.
Clean all evening.
Sleep all night.
Thats your day, right?

Its not always like that.
But you deserve a rest.
For my mom,
She will get only the best.

Claude Davis III

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