I think every mother can relate to one of my favorite poems. It's by Marjorie Lee and from a book called "What Have You Done All Day?".
JUST LUCKY, I GUESS
We've a backyard with a sandbox,
and a newly fixtured cellar,
And a patio and pool deck
Fit for any Rockefeller;
So they've space their drums to beat on
And their little bells to chime in-
But they're bound to choose the area
That I'm in.
When I sit with classic novel
Set for cultural battalions,
All its characters start moving
To the lope of western stallions;
Lined before the television
There's a sofa, stool and high chair -
But of course it's still essential
To use my chair.
My boys are independent
And my girls are quite resourceful,
Or so hired victims tell me
When I've warned them to be forceful;
Says the sitter, "They were angels,
And we've had a quiet time home."
What, I ask, brings forth the massacre
When I'm home?
Raise a cheer for modern mothers
Who can plan their hours of leisure
In a cell of self-seclusion,
Rapt with solitary pleasure -
But with me it could be Shanghai,
Or a coastline Bali Balian,
A castle walled in marble
Of dimensions Taj Mahalian;
A stadium by Lewissohn
For record-breaking quotas,
Or two ranches where the cattle graze
In both of the Dakotas,
Or three mansions flanked by meadows
Borrowed from the King of Siam -
They would still elect to congregate
Where I am.
Here's to the first day of school and being home all alone...
Thank you, Teachers!!!!