Tuesday, March 27, 2012

First I'll Be a Mother


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


For smears on the windows,
Little 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.


For when at times I am forced to choose,
The one job or the other,
I'd like to cook, and clean, and scrub,
But first I'll be a MOTHER.


~Author Unknown



4 comments:

  1. Love the poem!! Hope everything is going well for you and yours.
    Elaine

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  2. Thank you Elaine, it is going better as my husband is returning from all of his travels in a few minutes! :)

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  3. Love this, Valerie! Thank you. :)

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  4. Thanks, Lisa! It will be familiar to many; I think I read it in an Above Rubies magazine. Enjoy!

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