Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
I'd rather be a mother
Then anyone on earth
Bringing up a child or two
Of unpretentious birth.
I'd rather nurse a rosy babe
With warm lips on my breast
Than wear a queen's medallion
Above a heart less blest
I'd rather tuck a little child
All safe and sound in bed-
Than twine a chain of diamonds
About my foolish head.
I'd rather wash a smudgy face
With round, with bright baby eyes-
Than paint the pageantry of fame,
Or walk among the wise.
- Meredith Gray ( with reference from "chicken soup for the mother's soul")
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