THE HOMEMAKER--

THE HOMEMAKER

By Unknown Author

My days are days of small affairs,

Of trifling worries, little cares,

A lunch to pack, a tea to make,

A room to sweep, a pie to bake,

A hurt to less, a tear to dry,

A head to brush, a bow to tie,

A face to wash, a rent to mend,

A meal to plan, a fuss to end,

A hungry husband to be fed,

A sleep child to put to bed.

I, who'd hoped someday to gain

Success, perhaps a bit of fame,

Must give my life to small affairs

Of trifling worries, little cares.

But, should tomorrow bring a change,

My little house grow still and strange-

Should all the cares I have today

Be swept, quite suddenly, away-

Where now a hundred duties press

Be but an ache of loneliness,

No child's gay ribbons to be tied,

No wayward little feet to guide,

To heaven I would raise my prayers,

"Oh God, give back my little cares."