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
door.
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)