Today I left some dishes dirty, the bed I made at 3.30. <br />The nappies soaked a little longer, as the odour grew a little stronger. <br />The crumbs we spilt the day before are starring at me from the floor. The fingerprints there on the wall, <br /> Will probably be there till next fall. <br />The dirty streaks on the windowpanes <br /> will still be there next time it rains. <br />“Shame on you” you might say, <br />“Just what have you done today? ” <br />I, nursed a baby till she slept, <br />I held a toddler while he wept. <br />I played a game of hide’n’seek, <br />I squeezed a toy to make it squeak. <br />Pulled a wagon, sang a song, taught a child right from wrong. <br />What did I do the whole day through? <br />Not much that shows I guess it’s true, <br />Unless you think that what I’ve done might be important to someone with bright little eyes and the softest hair, <br />If that’s true I’ve done my share.<br /><br />hannah downing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-babysitters-poem/
