into the kitchen this evening
while I was making the supper
and he handed me a piece of paper
After wiping my hands on my apron,
I read it and this is what it said.
For mowing the lawn, fifty pence
And for making my own bed this week,
For going to the shops, five pence
And for playing with little brother
while you went shopping, five pence
Taking out the rubbish, ten pence
And for getting a good report card,
And for a brush in the yard,
standing there ex pecting it
Moreover, this is what I wrote.
For the nine months I carried you
Growing inside of me, no charge
For the nights I sat up with you
Doctored you, prayed for you, no charge
For the time and the tears,
and the cost through the years,
the full cost of my love is no charge
For the nights filled with dread
and the worries ahead, there's no charge
For advice and the knowledge
and the cost of your college, no charge
For the toys, food, and clothes,
and for wiping your nose,
the full cost of my love is no charge.
Well, when he'd finished reading
his eyes were full of tears
and he said, Mum, I really do love you.
and in great big letters he wrote,
the cost of real love is no charge.
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