The Housewife

She's up in the morning,

Before she's awake,

Putting on coffee

And pouring cornflakes,

Finding lost shoes,

combing sleep rumpled heads,

Diapering the baby,

And making the beds.

She kisses her husband

On his way out the door,

She washes up the dishes

And then vacuums the floor.

A quick cup of coffee,

While folding the clothes,

She teaches her toddler

Not to pick in her nose.

The children are fighting

The phone's ringing too,

There's only so much that

One woman can do!

Supper is burning,

Husband walks through the door,

Just as the kids

Knock the lamp to the floor.

He gathers his wife

For a well deserved hug,

Then helps her to round up

Their two little bugs.

Little teeth brushed,

Stories are read,

Two sleepy children

Are put in their beds.

She finally gets

a moment to rest,

Another day over,

The house is a mess.

Sometimes she wonders,

How she manages it all,

Without chaining her monsters

To the nearest stout wall.

She looks in on her children,

On her way up to her bed.

Sees two little angels,

Two sleep rumpled heads.

She stands there just watching

Those little kids rest,

It is then that she knows

Her life is the best.