Grubby hands and dirty faces
many feet going different places
screaming yelling hollering MOM!
someone's got my bubble gum,
Where's my coat where's my shoes?
Where's my books, no time to lose,
A slam of the door, a note to write
Which one was sick the other night?
Hair to brush, teeth to check,
A lunch to make I can't forget,
Shoes to tie, boots to sort,
"Don't wear that skirt it's much too short!"
Now the house is quite, the last one's out,
my coffee's cold without a doubt,
I look aroound at quite a mess,
forgotten hats, and gloves no less,
Beds to make, dishes to do.
A laundry mountain will I ever get through?
So soon they're gone and I'll regret
Having complained, I'll soon forget,
The night's so quiet, I could climb the walls
I'd give a million for one of their calls;
One day soon my house they'll fill,
with kids of their own oh what a thrill!
Grubby hands and dirty faces
tiny feet going different places,
What excitement it will be to hear
"Hey Gramma! Look at me!"
Barbara Fagan
