Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Mom is your name...

The telephone's ringing, the TV is blaring
Sister is crying 'cause brother's not sharing
There's a spill on the carpet that no one will claim,
There's no time for sitting when mommy's your name.
The Laundry is folded, but not put away
The dishes you just washed were from yesterday
Without any warning, your relatives came
There's no getting caught up when mommy's your name.
You drive to the market, you drive to the school
You drive to the cleaners, you drive the carpool
You drive yourself crazy, it's really a shame that
There's no time for resting when mommy's your name.
To your bedroom you sneak to find peace for a minute,
but your minute is over before you begin it.
Your little one finds you, and thinks it's a game
There's no time for hiding when mommy's your name.
At night as you kneel to thank Heaven above you,
an angel creeps in and says, "mommy, I love you."
You may not know glory, or fortune or fame,
but what does it matter when Mommy's your name?