This house has kids

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 are on the doors I should apologize, I guess For toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with my child And we played and laughed and read 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. ~ Author Unknown


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