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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Poem about boys

Here is a poem called "Unfinished Tasks" by Kay Andrews
So many tasks await this day:
The ironing must be done,
The dusty hutch shows finger streaks
Made by my little son;
The beds all need clean linens,
The closets are a sight,
And there's a brand-new recipe
To mix up for tonight;
But then a plea, "Read this to me"
And the beds go unattended,
Then shortly, "Let's play hide-and-seek"
And the blue jeans stay unmended;
And then, "Come see the fuzzy worm,
Hurry, Mother, hurry!"
I look at all my unfinished tasks.
Then I tell myself, don't worry.
I may not finish them today
And supper may be late,
But fuzzy worms and growing boys
Don't have time to wait!

1 comment:

Annie said...

Joe's grandmother did a needlepoint that hangs in my girls's room that reminded me of this. It says on the back that the woman who wrote it did so while she was rocking her 7th baby.

It says:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow for babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep. I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.