Wilkie that's lovely I have a few about housework that are great too
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She?s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I?ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping?s not done and there?s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there?s a hullabaloo
But I?m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren?t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
I hope my children look back on today,
And see a Mother who had time to play!
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I?ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I?m rocking my baby and babies don?t keep.
My friends all said, "He'll grow so fast,
You'll hardly count the years."
But still I couldn't wait until
You grew out of baby tears.
I wanted you to take a step,
I wanted you to talk,
And learn to run and jump before
The others on the block.
And when you cried and ran to me,
I kissed you better, though
Part of my mind wished for the day
When I could call you grown.
"I'll finally get some housework done,
I'll have some time for me --
I'll have a long talk on the phone
And sip a cup of tea."
And sometimes I was cross with you,
And I said, "Act your age!"
But now those years have come and gone,
Marked only on this page.
I wish now I could turn back time
To your first smiles and tears,
And savor every moment
Of those precious baby years
Some house 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 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 have a tidy house,
But first I'll be a mother.
What Did I Do Today
Today I left some dishes dirty,
the bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor.
the fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely be there still next fall.
the dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today?
I held a baby till she slept
I held a toddler while he wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
might be important to someone
with deep green eyes and soft brown hair,
If that is true....I've done my share.
god they make me cry, I saved them from a thread on chat a month or so ago.