What a Mother Does

New stains on the rug
 Stray socks on the stair
 And piles of papers appearing right out of thin air
 But the sheets have been washed
 Pants have been pressed
 The floors have been scrubbed like a woman possessed
 And it's steady, it's stable
 A meal on the table each evening because
 That's what a mother does
 Can I have some more cabbage?
 More potatoes, dear?
 Sit down to stand up
 You're back on your feet
 Serve seconds and thirds while you've still got a boy who won't eat
 But, Mom has her ways
 A mom knows her kid
 She'll get him to eat without knowing he did
 It's just one of her talents
 She keeps life in balance amid all the buzz
 That's what a mother does
 One thing down, a million more you've missed
 The plates, the pans
 Keep crossing off the list
 Homework, PJs
 Get the kids to bed
 Choose a Christmas story to be read
 Yes, Christmas is here
 There's so much to do
 A house to look festive
 A family that's counting on you
 With tinsel to buy
 And stockings to stuff
 To make them forget that the times have been tough
 You're a mom on a mission
 To keep up tradition
 Cookies and carols and laughter in barrels
 'Til you hear them say
 You've made Christmas Day
 The very best Christmas that there ever was
 'Cause that's what a mother
 What any good mother
 That's what a mother does