Make a list of all the things mothers do and you'll run out of paper. Make a list of all the things mothers do that are poetic--things you can sing about--and the list becomes much more manageable.
One doesn't sing about casseroles or clean sheets. There is very little poetry in diapers or parent-teacher conferences. As I wrote this song about the gentler, more poetic contributions that mothers make to our happiness, I'll admit to entertaining a few errant lines that didn't make the final draft. (There's not much that rhymes with "carpool." Perhaps that's fortunate.) These lyrics are based on the singable list, but the less poetic list, for which I am also grateful, is hovering there in the background. |
