THERE WAS A YOUNG MOTHER WHO LIVED IN A SHOE

There was a young mother, who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do,

They hung from the rafters; they swung from the trees,
They jumped on their beds; they skinned up their knees,

They slid down the stairs; they played hide and seek,
They caught lots of critters while down at the creek,

They pulled the dog’s tail and chased after bees,
She asked them to stop; she even said please,

She cried and she ranted; she prayed and she pleaded,
She told them their silence was all that she needed,

They found lots of dirt and made some mud soup,
Then tried to get kitty to gobble the goop,

They locked all the doors, then hid all the keys,
They found lots of rope and made a trapeze,

And just when poor mother was ready to drop,
The children’s mad antics came to a stop,

They jumped in the tub one after another,
Then skipped off to bed, each kissing their mother,

She sang them a song about sunshine and grace,
Then walked through the room kissing each tender face,

She brewed a hot cup of peppermint tea,
Then sat in a chair where she found a lost key,

She sighed and she laughed at the odd life she led;
With love in her heart she headed for bed.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Thank you, Mother Goose, for providing the inspiration!!

Poetry by Rita Bourland © 2014