So much to say-no one to say it too.


This following poem is dedicated to my sister Mario. Mario, you are the best mom in the world!

EXCUSE THIS HOUSE

Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there.

Ours boasts of it quite openly,

The signs are everywhere----

For smears are on the windows

Little smudges on the doors;

I should apologize,

I guess for the toys strewn on the floor

But I sat down with the children and we played and laughed and read;

And if the doorbell doesn't shine,

Their eyes will shine instead.

For when at times I'm forced to choose

The one job or the other----

I want to be a housewife,

But first I'll be a Mother.

- author unknown