A Mother's Pleasure
After a day full of hard work Reaching home tired and tried, Trying to cook and clean both setting things right and aside, My son crawls steadily near me, I think for playing there's no time, As he looks I smile at him and the response is a smile that's Divine I leave things unattended and aside, the stove closed and the light off, thinking the kitchen can wait a bit and later I'll have time enough As I take my son in my arms and sit, He hugs me and laughs thinking its fun, Guess work would have to wait more As a mother's pleasure has just begun.