I just wanted to share these poems with you as I think they’re lovely poems and so, so true!
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.
I hope my child looks back on today
and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
Cos babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I’m cuddling my baby, and babies don’t keep
~Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Sometimes you get discouraged,
because I am so small
And leave my little fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But everyday I’m growing
And soon will be so tall
That all these little fingerprints
Will be difficult to recall.
So here’s a little hand print
That you can put away
So you will know how my fingers looked
On this special day.
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