Gloria H. Koplin

I wonder if, when Jesus was a little boy
He had a mommy just like mine.
If she made Him comb His hair down flat-
And scrub His neck to make it shine.
I wonder if He had to do the dishes,
And carry wood, and milk a cow.
I wonder if, when He made a boat,
His daddy showed Him how.
'Wonder if He grew weary at school sometimes