Mother Poem

A mother wonders (with some trepidation) who she will fill her time when her children are all grown up and move away.

What Will I Ever Do?

© Michelle L. Perrin


What Will I Ever Do?

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

Buy a cottage with a brook,
sit down and read a book?

Learn to play the piano,
or just sit and rock on the patio?

Get a head full of gray hair,
and take the grandchildren from here to there?

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

Should I buy a large boat,
and go into the ocean and just float?

Should I buy a flower shop,
and work till I drop?

Watch tv and eat all day,
and find myself wasting away?

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll sit by the phone and wait for you!

*This is for my children who are growing so very fast. I love them with all my heart!*

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Published: Feb 2006

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