I'm Sick

Mom, we don't feel good Is what I hear them say
Like moms supose to make it right With magic make it go away

Honey can you get a spoon

Something cold for me to drink
Like it has any better taste It's water from the sink

Are my hands so different

That they heal my familys ails
Only am I needed then Of this it never fails

The when I'm feeling low

And need some loving care
I look around for my own mom But now she isn't there

What are we moms supose to do

When we're the one who's ill
Get up and get my own drink And then go take a pill

Maybe smile and say OK

No I'm not sick at all
Pretend that everything's alright And stand up straight and tall

I found it does'nt pay to whine

To bitch or moan and cry
My mother can not come and take My pain from deep inside.

I learned that it's now my job

cuz I'm the mom you see
I have to take care of everyone and that's including me.