Mother Love

Mother Love

From Chicken Soup for Every Mom's Soul

Mother Love

I tickled his tummy and kissed his sweet toes;

I powdered his bottom and wiped his wee nose.

I raced him and chased him

(and once I misplaced him!)

I rubbed and I scrubbed

(’til I nearly erased him!)

I shook from his pockets things living and dead;

I entered his room with a shudder of dread.

I tended him and mended him

(and always defended him!)

I begged and I bribed

(when I should have rear-ended him!)

Oh, where is my baby? Which way did he run?

He’s now a teen monster at six-foot-and-one!

Carol McAdoo Rehme

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