The Best Prize Poem by Anna Mariya James
The Best Prize
I see you are tired when I get home
You feel some days you are all alone
But what you are doing is priceless dear
Far from now
When these kids are grown
You'll remember the
Days you spent at home
Wiping noses, washing dishes
Getting kisses
Playing ball and tying shoes
Dressing dolls and kissing boo-boos
Then you'll look at me
With fearful eyes
And know you got the better prize.
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