The telephone’s ringing, the TV is blaring.

Sister is crying cause  Brother’s not sharing.

There’s a spill on the carpet that no one will claim.

There’s no time for sitting when Mommy’s your name.

The laundry is folded but not put away.

The dishes you washed are from yesterday.

Without any warning your relatives came.

There’s no getting caught up when Mommy’s your name.

You dive to the market, you drive to the school.

You drive to the cleaners, you drive the carpool.

You drive yourself crazy, it’s really a shame.

There’s no time for resting when Mommy’s your name.

To your bedroom you sneak to find peace for a minute,

but your minute is over before you begin it.

Your little one finds you and thinks it’s a game.

There’s no time for hiding when Mommy’s your name.

At night as you kneel to thank heaven above you,

An angel creeps in and says, “Mommy, I love you.”

You may not know glory or fortune or fame,

but what does it matter when Mommy’s your name?



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