Today I left some dishes dirty.
The bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odour grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before,
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall,
Will likely be there until next fall.
The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say
Just what did you do today?
I held a baby until she slept.
I held a toddler while she wept.
I played a game of hide and seek.
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song.
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that’s true.
Unless you think that what I’ve done,
Might be important to someone,
With deep blues eyes and soft blonde hair,
If that is true… I’ve done my share.
A month or so ago, I saw this on my friend, Tracey’s fridge. Thank you for emailing it to me.