This website uses cookies so that we can provide you with the best user experience possible. Cookie information is stored in your browser and performs functions such as recognising you when you return to our website and helping us to understand which sections of the website you find most interesting and useful.
Tag: Washing
-
Mother’s Love
Nothing’s ever a bother, Even though she’s done in, After all, she’s a mother, And her child’s just come in. It’s dinner and hugs, And a listening ear, Despite her weariness, She delights in your cheer. As you natter on, ‘bout all that you’ve done, she sits and smiles – So proud of her son.