With apologies to Strickland Guillilan's THE READING MOTHER

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  1. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    THE WEARY MOTHER


    I am a mother who provideth things -
    Some temporal joy to my children brings.
    However they don't seem to care -
    Their things are scattered everywhere.

    You may have a house out of a magazine,
    But mine's such a mess as you've never seen.
    Each room is a disaster zone -
    For I have teenage girls at home.

    :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
     
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  2. thedeafmusician

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  3. ~CazzaAngel~

    ~CazzaAngel~ Staff Alumni

    :) Poetry is a good way to vent :) :hug:
     
  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Yes, it certainly is... now if only I could "write" my house clean!:laugh:

    least likely to do it myself...:rolleyes:
     
  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Here is the original poem by Strickland Guillilan 1869 - 1954

    THE READING MOTHER

    I had a Mother who read me things
    That wholesome life to a child's heart brings -
    Stories that stir with an upward touch.
    Oh that every Mother were such!

    You may have tangible wealth untold
    Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
    Richer than I you can never be.
    I had a Mother who read to me.



    one of my favorites...:smile:
     
  6. kindtosnails

    kindtosnails Staff Alumni

    :hug:

    Like both poems :smile:

    Heh, make them clean it up, or else donate the stuff to charity, win-win situation :wink:
     
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