No Child of Mine

Our pastor read this on Mother's Day and I loved it!! It goes well with the previous post so I thought I would find it and post it.


No child of mine, I used to cry,
before the stork had fluttered by,
Will ever throw a temper fit,
or bite or scratch or whine or hit,
or wear a diaper till he's three,
Or sit for hours and watch TV,
or dawdle so he makes me late,
Or leave his spinach on the plate,
or Act in short, like other kids,
Who've made their parents flip their lids
But with the patter of little feet
You have 40 million words to eat!