A Mothers love is a gold blanket Yet without a Fathers bed of support
That blanket gets pulled a bit to tight
She tries to be all for her children
A hanky on the thumb and she's Thumbliena
She has her child's helmet in the bathroom during a Minor earthquake
She's Agnes the toilet rider, and she cracks you and you're friends up
She tells you stories of a lady and her exploding girdle
She thinks she has you fooled
She thinks her children are unaware
Unaware of how hard she really works
Unaware how close and often they have come
To loosing all
But you know
I know
A single Mother is a job that shouldn't be necessary
So as her children we love and appreciate her all the more
Thank you Toilet Rider
JPowell