Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I guess I need to develop my blogging muscles. I think of all kinds of interesting things when I'm driving around, but I don't get around to writing it down very often. I think it's a little scary, because when you write something it's more real. Hummmh.............

Several people have asked about the poem I read on the show last week. Here it is. It means a lot to me because it was given to me by a friend of one of my sons who felt the poem described our home. I liked that.


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 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