I'd Rather Be A Mother

By Patsy Wilson Moore

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 toys strewn on the floor.
But I sat down with the children,
and played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
their eyes will shine instead.
For when I'm forced to choose
the one job or the other,
It's good to be a housewife,
but I'd rather be a mother!