Poetry of sorts

Errands

My moms birthday is coming soon,
so with high hopes,
we try to buy her presents before noon.

We drive quickly,
to many diverse stores.
From antique to grocery,
this is beyond the work of chores.

We search for a present,
to make her beam.
We want to show her what she meant,
for dealing with our years of steam.

We shop for many hours,
taking few breaks or two.
Shopping through isles,
stacked upon things like towers.

Looking and searching,
we now went to 7 stores.
Some we had to take a few minutes researching,
but at the end of this day,
it will all be worth the hours of chores.
We can finally be rest assured,
at these heaps of galore.