Excuse this House
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 laughed and read.
And if the doorbell doesn'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.
-Author Unknown