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My little girl came into the kitchen this evenin', |
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While I was fixin' supper, |
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And she handed me a piece of paper she'd been writin' on, |
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And after wipin' my hands on my apron, |
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I read it - and this is what it said: |
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For mowin' the yard - five dollars, |
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And for makin' my own bed this week - one dollar, |
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And for goin' to the store - fifty cents, |
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An' playin' with little sister, while you went to the store - twenty-five cents, |
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Takin' out the trash - one dollar, |
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Gettin' a good report card - five dollars, |
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And for rakin' the yard - two dollars, |
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Total owed - fourteen dollars and seventy-five cents. |
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Well, I looked at her standin' there expectantly, |
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And a thousand mem'ries flashed through my mind, |
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So I picked up the pen, turnin' the paper over, |
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This is what I wrote: |
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For the nine months I carried you, |
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Growin' inside me - NO CHARGE, |
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For the nights I've sat up with you, |
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Doctored you, prayed for you - NO CHARGE, |
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For the toys, food and clothes. |
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And for wiping your nose, there's NO CHARGE, |
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When you add it all up. |
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The full cost of my love is NO CHARGE. |
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Well, when she finished readin', |
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She had great big old tears in her eyes, |
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And she looked up at me and said, |
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"Mama, I sure do love you." |
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Then she took the pen, |
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And in great big letters, |
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She wrote: "PAID IN FULL." |
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When you add it all up, |
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The cost of real love is - NO CHARGE |
