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