This is a poem that my family has had for several years, it was a present given to my mother when I was a teen.
This poem popped into my mind when I was reading a post over at Afternoon of Sundries called To Be Honest, It’s Okay.
Some houses try to hide the fact That children shelter there; Ours boasts it quite openly… The signs are everywhere. For smears are on the windows, Little smudges on the door; I should apologize I guess For the toys strewn on the floor. But I sat down with he children And played, and laughed and read; And if the door bell doesn’t shine, their eyes will shine instead. For when I’m forced to choose One job or the other, It’s good to be a housewife But I’d rather be a Mother. –author unknownIt’s something that hung on the wall in our house in Riverton and it hangs up on the wall her in the duplex as well.
I’m not a mother nor am I a housewife, but it’s something that makes me think of my mother and the sister that I now live with. They would like to have a clean house, but it’s not the most important thing to them. (Though Mom did make sure we knew how to clean.)
You know all mothers should have that written on their fridge or wall somewhere it’s lovely x
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I think so too.
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🙂
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Loved this! I am reposting this too if it’s okay? I think I need to hang this up in my house too!!
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Repost all you want, this is the kind of poem that needs to be shared.
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Agreed!
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Reblogged this on Afternoon of Sundries and commented:
Love, love, love the poems! Remember this tomorrow y’all, when your family comes by!
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This is a beautiful poem and a wonderful tribute to motherhood, the noblest profession. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂
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I’m glad someone shared it with my family first or I wouldn’t have it.
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I don’t know who wrote this, but I cross stitched it onto a sampler in the 1990s, and although it does not hang in my house ( I must have given it to someone) I have it memorized. That’s the kind of house we live in, even now.
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Whenever I try to find out who wrote it, I always come across it being attributed to ‘anonymous.’ But yes, this is how we live as well.
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