Mom’s Tip Jar

Mom's Tip Jar

 

 

 

For the 12 loads of laundry done each week,

For the all the lost socks that you help seek.

For the dishes that won't do themselves,

For stacking the games back on the shelves.

For making the beds and scrubbing the floor,

For driving to practices and running to the store.

For every meal planned and prepared,

For all the wiped noses with nary a care.

For the coupons you cut and the pennies you pinch,

For the chart that measure each child's every inch.

For the kisses and band aid's on every skinned knee,

For chasing away ghost that only a child can see.

 

Here is a jar to keep the coins that you find,

Under cushions, in washers, even under the blinds.

For dollars crumpled and laundered,

Forgotten and never again pondered.

 

Here you can keep all these little treasures,

When you think your deeds go without measure.

By the end of the week you'll have enough for a treat,

By the end of the month you can pamper your feet.

We've kept it simple, even discreet,

So little hands will not be tempted to peek.

Mom's tip jar will keep all dues that are owed her,

From the people whom forget to say "thank you, mother."