My Very Own, My Family
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Excuse This House
Some houses try to hide the fact, That children shelter there;
Ours boasts of it quite openly, The signs are everywhere.
For smears are 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'm 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.
