As a mother,
Here are somethings,
That I have came to learn,
About my little boys.
My boys loves toys,
My boys loves dirt,
My four year old,
Really loves to flirt.
This is what a mother learns,
The boys loves to scream,
They love to shout,
If they all could,
They would run all about.
My three year old,
Loves his cookies and cars,
If you mess with them,
You will get bitten scars.
This is what a mother learns,
They smile,
They grin,
They get snotty noses,
So I wipe them.
My one year old,
Loves to growl,
He is always on the prowl,
He is my cute sweetie pie.
This is what a mother learns you see.
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Author:
mommabear28 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Im a mother of 3 little boys so I wrote this about them...
- Category: Family
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Comments1
I'm a father but I truly understand your experience, keep up the work both at home and on paper.
Thanks so much
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