A Stay-At-Home Mom Was I

Poem By Connie Webb

What can I tell you
About the life I’ve lived
Will I impress you
With all the things I did?

It may not mean a lot to you
But my life has meant lots to me
The greatest two days of my life
Was the births of he and she.

Since the days my kids were born
Little boy and little girl
I haven’t worried much about me
I was absorbed with him and her.

Spent days in the kitchen
Cooking up lots of stuff
Spent time playing
Never really cleaned enough.

Never got the cobwebs
Dust seemed to be everywhere
But boy did we have fun
Which was beyond compare.

Watching those Disney movies
Ordering a pizza or two
Playing with our pets
Saying “I love you.”

I wouldn’t change a thing
About how my life was lived
Because the best thing of all
Was doing what I did.

Being a mom of two
Watching them both grow
Has brought me so much happiness
More than anyone will ever know.

A stay-at-home mom was I
Not a fancy title did I have
But I have memories I will treasure forever
Of the best life I could have ever had.

Comments about A Stay-At-Home Mom Was I

Wow this is such a touching and beautifully written poem! Im a stay at home myself at 23. Needed this today!
Madam, for my two cents you have reached the pinnacle of womanhood and are the joy of the human race.I know the other side.My own mother was a very 'successful' career woman.
truly a measurable piece of a unknown profession, , known by only a few my mom was a stay at home mom while we were young and then she went to work I remember these from my childhood and especially remember mom when she stayed at home and both your son and daughter will as well, , a beautifully written tribute to a noble and difficult profession, , well done...Cecil
Connie, it is a noble job! My mother is also a stay at home Mom, and she took good care of us, six children. I couldnt thank enough for evrything she had done to us..Thanks for sharing with us, i will always treasure this.. hugs, Meggie
Con-nie...This i like very much, young lady...It supports all the absolute basic principles of literary verse...Impeccable costruction, Rhythm & Rhyme in sync, and a storyline of intrigue, and genuinity..So; id Penning! FjR


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