Excuse This House

(author unknown)


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 laughted and read.
And if the doorbell doen'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.


(I ran across this poem while I was clearing out old, no longer needed, homeschool paperwork. I thought it was worth saving on here. It is the end of an era. Maybe I will get my priorities to look more like this poem by the time I have grandchildren, LOL!)