MY OWN MOTHER

She's always sewing buttons on,
         Or mending things I tear;
Whenever I come home from school
         I always find her there.
She's always doing little things
         That please me very much,
Like making cakes and planning trips
         To parks and zoos, and such.
She's always reading stories, too,
         or teaching me a game;
And whether I've been good or bad,
         She loves me just the same.
Are you surprised that I find her
         Dearer than any other?
I'm sure by now you know her name,
         Of course--she is my mother!