Poems

This is a poem that I live by-

Or when I cant be stuffed cleaning the house

BEING A PARENT

The house is untidy from window to door,

Marks on the walls and food on the floor.

The washing's unwashed,

And the dishes are too,

There's scum in the bathroom

And fat on the stew.

There are toys in the passage,

And under our feet;

The garden's a jungle

When seen from the street.

So what have I done, then

To earn my repose?

To just look around me

You'd say no-one knows!

I've held a small hand

As her first steps she took

I've made animal noises

As we read from a book.

I've built a mud pie

And admired a snail

I've rescued the cat

From a grip on it's tail.

I've wiped away tears,

And I've listened to tales

I've used mediation

To get smiles from wails.

So I guess what I've done

Isn't easy to see--

It wont clean the house

And it wont cook the tea

But if I have helped a child feel good

Know that she is loved

And that she is understood,

Then I know that my work,

Though not easy to see

Is just as important as any could be..........

Pam Linke