I scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes. I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink. Just when they're washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched. They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse. I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it's not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments Test the keeping of my cool. They left the neighbor's faucet on- See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope. Raising boys isn't really bad- But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall; But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all!
Author: Roberta I. Teague
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