Banners

Diapers waving on the line,
Flapping and billowing in sunshine
Always make me feel so good,
Little banners of motherhood.

In the midst of toddling baby talk years
Each day brings laughter, trials, and tears.

I move through the hours, the day soon gone,
Hoping for more energy by dawn.

When baby days pass, and children are grown,
And Daddy and I live here alone,
I won’t remember tired arms,
But little children’s chubby charms.

Childish quarrels I won’t recall,
The torn dress or the lost ball.

I won’t remember the recurring mess;
Hurry! Pick up! Clothes to press.

But diapers waving on the line
In the summer’s warm sunshine
Always made me feel so good,
Little banners of motherhood.