Monday, July 23, 2012

“Raising Boys” a poem by Roberta I. Teague

I found a wonderful poem today while browsing online, and I wanted to share it:

“I scrub the wall of fingerprints,

Pick up 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!”

http://www.momsofboys.org/modules/info/quotes_about_boys.html

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