My mother gave me this poem
when I had my son.
Thank you Mom and I love you
EXCUSE THIS HOUSE
Some houses try to hide the fact
that children shelter there.
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The sings are everywhere----
For smears are on the windows
Little smudges on the doors;
I should apologize,
I guess for the 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
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