Mothers and Messes
He came to me the other day
Smiling brightly waving his page
Look, Mommy, what I have done
He bragged a bit and it was fun
I set my book on the table
And took the time to read his fable
I looked at the paper and what did I see
Scratches he wrote imperfectly
I couldn’t make sense of the mess he had made
But glanced at him before his smile did fade
We hugged and I told him his childish page
Was perfectly wonderful for his young age.
I am a mother and what should I do
Show a small child he’s cherished too.
                               Author: Cindy Seaton💗
