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Mar 13, 2009
A good friend sent me something worth of passing on... this little poem, with the following words:
All of you are such great Mommies, but I thought I'd pass this on anyway. I find myself "needing to prioritize" my day sometimes.
What REALLY matters when the day is over?
When the week, the month, the years are over? Read below....
"I LOVE YOU, JOHNNY!"
I love you, Johnny, said mother one day,
I love you more than I can say,
Then she answered his questions with,
Don't bother me now!"
And just didn't have time to show him how
To tie his truck to his tractor and plough,
But she washed her windows and scrubbed the floor
And baked and cooked and cleaned some more.
"Bring the boy next door in?" "Well, I should say not,
You'll mess up the floors and I don't want a spot."
"No, we don't have time for a story today,
Mother's too busy cooking, so run out and play,
Maybe tomorrow," she said with a sigh,
And Johnny went out almost ready to cry.
"I love you, Johnny," again she said,
As she washed his face and sent him to bed.
Now how do you think that Johnny guessed
Whether 'twas he or the house that
she really loved best?
Don't be a stranger and share your thoughts, remember it's all between us!
by: SWANKY BLOOMS