You’ve nurtured us since we first walked.
You were there when we started to talk
We waited till from work you came,
And then we’d play our favourite game!
You brought us up like gentlemen,
From when we could first count to ten.
Our love for you shall never cease,
Although your jokes we’ll always tease
The last Christmas lights,
Clinging around like some birds,
Switches on like lightning.
a gift to keep you organized
a present to help you be clean
a gadget for the kichen
no, that would be just mean
pretty perfume just for you
something for the car
all of these ideas
won’t get me very far
so much that you deserve
was your favorite color blue?
oh, what is that one thing
to show you that I love you
I will make you something
and of that I will be proud
I know you will love it too
it will be right, it will be loud
here it is mum
in bed you should stay
breakfast and a card
on this special Mother’s Day
When we go home
our straight hair goes up in messy buns
our make-up has faded, we can take it off
the fake smile vanishes into how we really feel
our brand new shirt changes into favorite old sweaters
our skinny jeans are traded for sweat pants or pajamas
our uggs are taken off to reveal our fuzzy socks
when we come home…
you couldn’t recognize us
Some people are rich,
Some people are poor,
Some people are wealthy but nothing more.
As you go outside at night ,
And see people with no light,
Maybe you’ll laugh,
Maybe you’ll cry.
But hardly anyone can be taken by surprise.
So maybe you’re rich,
Or maybe you’re poor,
Or perhaps you’re wealthy but nothing more!
As rich people stride into the night in their fancy, comfy shoes,
Perhaps they’ll see someone who needs help.
But do they help…? No they don’t!
They just stand there,
Watching,
Listening.
Rich people believe that they don’t have to help because they’re rich.
So maybe you’re rich.
Maybe you’re poor,
Maybe you’re wealthy but nothing more.