Each morning when my wife she does awake
To frantic Billie barks and climbing child,
She puts the hat of mom upon her pate,
And calms the dog and gives our kid a smile.
Each afternoon she picks up Eleanor
From school, and brings a new joy ev’ry day:
Like trips to parks, a car or, something more
Than is expressed in my poor, rote wordplay.
And in the ev’ning, after supper time,
The mother hat, she wears it until sleep
By calming Eleanor with song or rhyme
E’en when I make jokes about poop and peep.
All this to say I envy how she wears
The love and faith in family that she bares.
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