It isn't every day that I feel as though "I rule" to my kids. Garrett came home today and gave me a poem he wrote for me and I want to share this with anyone who wants to read it.
"Sick Days"
On days when I am sick
My mother is so nice.
She brings me bowls of chicken soup
And ginger ale with ice.
She cuts the crusts off buttered toast
And serves it on a tray
My mother is so nice-
Happy Mothers Day!
Just a little thought that my efforts don't always go unnoticed.
11 years ago
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I still can't believe that Garrett wrote this poem. That is so sweet. I hope my kids write me poems when they get a little older!
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