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What Do Women Do All Day?

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Every minute, to and fro,

That's the way my hours go;

Bring me this, and take me that,

Feed the dog, take out the cat.

Standing up, I eat my toast,

Drink my coffee, thaw the roast.

Empty the garbage, make the bed,

Rush to church, then wash my head.

Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,

Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;

Scour the bathtub, then myself;

Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.

Eat my sandwich on the run...

Now my afternoon's begun.

To the baseball game I go,

When will there be time to sew?

Meet the teacher, stop the fight,

See the dentist, fly the kite.

Help with homework, do the wash,

Iron the clothes, put on the squash.

Shop for groceries, cash a check,

Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck;

Dinner time it soon will be,

"What's for dinner?" they ask,

Wait and see.

Dirty dishes crowd the sink,

Next there's popcorn, then a drink.

Will they never go to bed?

Will I ever get ahead?

"Bring me water." "Get the light."

Turn off the TV, lock the bike.

"Where's my pillow?" "Hear my prayers."

"Did you lock the door downstairs?"

At last in bed, my spouse and I,

Too tired to move, too weak to cry.

But e'er I doze, I hear him say,

"What do women do all day?"

Poem by Marshall H. Hart

"From Home Life, August 1976 The Sunday School Board of the Southern Baptist Convention. All rights reserved. Used by permission of author."

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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.

I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
and what they're doing to the cat.

I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)

To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)

Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)

And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)

Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!

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