YES, I know there are stains on my carpet, The traces of small, muddy boots; And I see your fair tapestry glowing, All spotless with flowers and fruits. And I know that my walls are disfigured With prints of small fingers and hands; And that your own household most truly In immaculate purity stands. And I know that my parlor is littered With many odd treasures and toys, While your own is in daintiest order, Unharmed by the presence of boys. And I know that my room is invaded Quite boldly all hours of the day; While you sit in yours unmolested And dream the soft quiet away. Yes. I know there are four little bedsides Where I must stand watchful each night, While you may go out in your carriage, And flash in your dresses so bright. Now, I think I'm a neat little woman; And like my house orderly, too; And I'm fond of all dainty belongings, Yet I would not change places with you. No! keep your fair home and its order, Its freedom from bother and noise; And keep your own fanciful leisure, But give me my four splendid boys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |