Friday, April 30, 2010

Excuse This House

Found this poem in a frame at a garage sale:

Excuse This House

Some houses try to hide the fact
That children live there...
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows
Tiny smudges on the doors...
I should apologize I guess,
For toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children,
And we played and laughed and read.
And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
Their eyes will shine instead.

At times I'm forced to choose
The one job or the other -
I want to be a housewife,
But first I'll be a Mother.

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