I’d rather be a mother

Love, love, love the poem! Remember this tomorrow y’all, when your family comes by!

martha0stout

This is a poem that my family has had for several years, it was a present given to my mother when I was a teen.

This poem popped into my mind when I was reading a post over at Afternoon of Sundries called To Be Honest, It’s Okay.

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 door;
I should apologize I guess
For the toys strewn on the floor.
 
But I sat down with he children
And played, and laughed and read;
And if the door bell doesn’t shine,
their eyes will shine instead.
 
For when I’m forced to choose
One job or the other,
It’s good to be a housewife
But I’d rather be a Mother.
 
–author unknown

It’s something that…

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