For mother's Day

These are my children.
They're dirty, smelly snots.
They're obnoxious and loud
Little tiny hell-bots.
But they're mine and I love them;
They're perfect to me.
My joy, my frustration,
My eternity.
They're my smile, my scowl,
My kind word, my yell.
They lift me to Heaven
Then put me through Hell.
My angels, my devils,
My reason for living.
They're stealing my soul
And I'm willingly giving.