Mother's Day Poem

To David

by: Ora Pate Stewart

I screen the air you breathe,

I disinfect your room,

I scald your little wash,

I sterilize your dish,

I pasteurize your food,

I boil your formula,

And then you drink your bath water

And chew the washrag.

My mother sent me this poem yesterday in a celebration of all we do as mothers. I am reminded that it never hurts to let go of a few things... Being a mother is the greatest, and being a child is just as honorable.