masterwordsmith-unplugged

Some houses try to hide the fact

That childen shelter there –

Ours boasts of it quite openly,

The signs are every where!

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 door bell doesn't shine,

Their eyes will shine instead.

For when, 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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Sorry I have been busy with my cousin who is back in town to get his passport. Next post will be up later in the evening as I have to meet a few girlfriends and mmy cousin for dinner. Have a lovely evening.