Old Fashion Valentine
My job; stay at home mom,
wife, chef, and maid.
No gift to give my valentine,
it seems I don't get paid.
What could I possibly give him,
what on earth should I do?
To show how much I love him,
and that my heart is true.
I know we have our problems,
but we always work them out.
At times I wonder what we've become,
today there is no doubt.
What we are is family,
a husband and a wife.
A boy, girl, and a little white dog,
it seems the perfect life.
For all the days I nag,
scream, mumble, and cry.
It doesn't mean I'm not content,
and here's the reason why...
Without him there would be no family,
no children to brighten my day.
No one to sit and rock with me,
someday when I'm old and gray.
An old fashion valentine, I'll give as a gift,
with a poem and my life to share.
I guess it's not the money I spend,
but the way I show I care.
wife, chef, and maid.
No gift to give my valentine,
it seems I don't get paid.
What could I possibly give him,
what on earth should I do?
To show how much I love him,
and that my heart is true.
I know we have our problems,
but we always work them out.
At times I wonder what we've become,
today there is no doubt.
What we are is family,
a husband and a wife.
A boy, girl, and a little white dog,
it seems the perfect life.
For all the days I nag,
scream, mumble, and cry.
It doesn't mean I'm not content,
and here's the reason why...
Without him there would be no family,
no children to brighten my day.
No one to sit and rock with me,
someday when I'm old and gray.
An old fashion valentine, I'll give as a gift,
with a poem and my life to share.
I guess it's not the money I spend,
but the way I show I care.
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