Mother's Busy Day Poem by Mimie Durand

One, two, three and four
Dust the furniture, scrub the floor
Make the breakfast, iron the clothes
Time to relax; a poem compose.

Five, six, seven and eight
Get kids to school, don’t be late
Clean the windows, and the stove
Under the bed; the treasure trove.

Nine and ten, the day has ended
Too tired to stay awake; not offended
Kids gone to bed and out of sight
It's time for me to say, 'Goodnight.