
A Mother's Wages
If I would charge one cent each time
I washed my children's clothes,
Or tied a shoe or gave a bath
Or wiped a runny nose,
Or made a bed or acted as
Their judge or referee,
It would be possible that I
Could live in luxury.
If I were paid a nickel for
Each diaper that I've pinned,
For every Band-Aid I've applied
When arms or legs were skinned,
For every toy that I've picked up
And put back in it's niche,
There wouldn't be a single doubt--
Why, I could be quite rich.
If just one dime would be my fee
For giving them a pill,
For making meals and wiping up
The milk they always spill,
For darning scores of tiny socks,
For fixing things that break,
It wouldn't be too long before
A fortune I would make.
Although it's true I don't receive
A solitary cent,
I'm repaid in many ways
For all the time I've spent.
Their smiles, their love is my reward
For this unending care,
And I am richer, yes, by far
Than any millionaire!
author unknown
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Dream Your World of Dreams
Lean against a tree
And dream your world of dreams
Work hard at what you like to do
And try to overcome all obstacles
Laugh at your mistakes
And praise yourself for learning from them
Pick some flowers
And appreciate the beauty of nature
Say hello to strangers
And enjoy the people you know
Don't be afraid to show your emotions
Laughing and crying makes you feel better
Love your friends and family with your entire being
They are the most important part of your life
Feel the calmness on a quiet sunny day
Find a rainbow and live your world of dreams
Always remember life is better than it seems.
Author Unknown

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