I’m your momma, I’m the boss.
I can do the dishes, I can clean a fish
I can pluck a chicken, I can grant your wish.
I can mix cookies; I can bake bread.
Tuck you in at night, favorite stories read.
I drive you every place; I cheer you in your race.
I worship the dreams in your tiny little face.
I can grow a child. I tame your wild.
I coax you to try; I know the answer to “why”
I hug and kiss you, especially when you cry.
I smile tears and fears when we say goodbye.
I’m a master juggler –
I manage work and home
I control your destiny
I pay for you to roam
I give money, if you need a loan.
I’ll bandage your broken heart.
No doubt it’s come apart
I’ll dry your tears with love.
Your guardian angel, hovering above.
I can sew a costume, redecorate a room.
I can plant a garden so we can watch it bloom.
I weave the many strands of love with my magic loom.
and when you mess up, I’ll be your angry doom!
Even when you rant and rave,
I love you more than all.
Everything I had, I gave
to you, my darling doll.
I’m Your Momma!