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 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