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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