My friend gave my a poem the other day that I'd like to share. It's me all the way.
Excuse This Home
Some homes 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 door;
I should apologize I guess
For the toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children,
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 homemaker
But first I'll be a Mother.
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