My husband gives me an A
for last nights dinner
an incomplete for my ironing
a B plus in bed
My son says I am average, but if
I put my mind to it
I could improve
My daughter believes
in Pass/Fail and tells me
I pass. Wait 'til they learn
I'm dropping out
*Hahaha*
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A poem(not written by me) dedicated to all the unappreciated mothers out there...
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