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I can’t remember where I first saw this poem, but remembered a few lines of it, and was able to find it. I must share with you:
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 apologise 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 am forced to choose
the one job or the other
I want to be a house wife but
FIRST I’ll be a mother
Author: Unknown
