by Nadine Brothers Lybarger
A mother must know everything . . .
That is, just about!
How to bind a small bird's wing,
And get a splinter out.
How to mend a broken toy,
to soothe an injured knee;
To patch a little broken heart,
Mother's happy destiny.
She has to know the answers to
A million "whos" and "whats",
A lot of "wheres" and "whys"
Of questioning little tots.
When children air their troubles
And see things through their eyes . . .
It means she must be both naive
And very, very wise.
She must know how to maintain calm
When the children shout,
A mother must know everything . . .That is, just about!