Raising BoysAuthor: Roberta I. TeagueI scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes. I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose! Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink. Just when they’re washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched. They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched! Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse. I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it’s not worse! Screams and shouts and argumentsTest the keeping of my cool. They left the neighbor’s faucet on- See their new front yard pool! A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope. Raising boys isn’t really bad- But first I must wash the soap! A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall;But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all!
Happy Happy Birthday!
Jesse Cole Crockett Gashler Bofrog Goertz
JJJ. Junk food Junkie Jesse.
