Videos & Poems for Moms

The Mom Song
Sung to the William Tell Overture
a.k.a. The Lone Ranger's Theme Song

Videos & Poems For Moms ~ My mother-in-law sent me a link to "The Mom Song" video, and I must say it's one of my favorites. Even if you don't have children, you will enjoy this video because we've all heard our moms say most of these things to us at one time or another. Enjoy this poem for moms put to music! The Mom Song!

Poems for Moms

-Darlene MillerAs I was washing dishes, oh! my hands were moving fast,
And still upon occasion, a dish came flying past.

For there beside me, to my left, a little lad of three
Was standing on a kitchen chair, so gladly "helping" me!

He filled my sink much faster than my hands could get things clean,
A child with more ambition I don't think I've ever seen!

And to my right...another chair...another lad of three
(A twin to brother on the left, most folks can plainly see).

He too was helping joyfully, a smile upon his face,
While for each cup or bowl he rinsed, somehow he found a place.

They looked a bit haphazard, all those dishes left to dry,
And it seemed inefficient when observed by well-trained eye.

Two little boys were soaking wet when we at last were through.
I could have done a better job all by myself, it's true.

Yet I feel so rewarded, though my dishes may not shine,
for we were building bridges from their little hearts to mine!

Thanks for being here, Lord,
in the middle of the night,
While I'm nursing little Andrew

Automatically I start to praise you,
and pray for those in need,
as I wake, enter the nursery,
and rock in the loveseat.

Precious times they've been Lord,
in the middle of the night,
Just you and I and little Andrew.

My cry at first was,
"Why, Lord?
Why doesn't he sleep through?"

You answered the next day with:
"My grace will do."

So I say thanks, as this stage
nears its close,
for being here, Lord,
in the middle of the night.
Just you and I and little Andrew.

by Kari Anderson
Mother of Seven
www.KariPearls.com

He's so precious, so cute,
Learning to turn pages and rippng a few.

Smiling and banging and squealing with glee,
First to the back, then to the front,

Heavily breathing, so intent on his work.
Learning to turn pages and ripping a few.

He loves books just like Papa, already it shows.
Big ones and little ones, soft ones and hard.

Ten months isn't old, but as the twig is bent, so the tree grows.
Learning to turn pages and ripping a few.

by Kari Anderson
Mother of Seven
KariPearls.com

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