Some houses try to hide the fact
that children shelter there.
Ours boasts it quite openly,
the signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
little smudges on the doors
I should apologise I guess
for the toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with my child
as we played and laughed
And if the doorbell doesn’t shine,
His 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
Posted by EllenG89, 12th September 2015