A Mother's Job - Poem by Arthur Richards
Apple pie baker. Pumpkin face maker,
Laundress, seamstress, cook.
Dishwasher, sweeper, household maid,
A doctor who cures
with a single Band-Aid.
Designer of toys. Teacher of Arts.
Daily mender of broken hearts.
To fill every need of sister or brother,
Is simply her job of being a Mother.
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