A Love Poem

I know you didn't exactly
Apply for this job,
But it will do no good
To sit there and sob
The dishes need doing
The toilet is clogged
The telephone's ringing
A diaper is sogged
But you are their guardian
Their protector and friend
You are their advisor,
Though the work never ends.
You are their teacher,
Their example and maid
Their provider and comfort
When they are afraid
Your title includes chief cook,
Bottlewasher, chaffeur,
Clock watcher, bather,
Oh - what you will endure!
But, for love,
These things are done
For the love of a daughter,
And the love of a son