If I would charge one cent each time I washed my children's clothes,

Or tied a shoe or gave a bath or wiped a runny nose,

Or made a bed or acted as their judge or referee,

It would be possible that I could live in luxury.

If I were paid a nickel for each diaper that I've pinned,

For every Band-Aid I've applied when arms or legs were skinned,

For every toy that I've picked up and put back in it's niche,

There wouldn't be a single doubt-- Why, I could be quite rich.

If just one dime would be my fee For giving them a pill,

For making meals and wiping up the milk they always spill,

For darning scores of tiny socks,

For fixing things that break,

It wouldn't be too long before a fortune I would make.

Although it's true I don't receive A solitary cent,

I'm repaid in many ways for all the time I've spent.

Their smiles, their love is my reward for this unending care,

And I am richer, yes, by far than any millionaire!

This page looks best when your browser is Microsoft 4.0 or higher

resolution set to 800 X 600, 16 bit high color or better.