How can I love them more than I do?
How can I show them they are the world to me?
What more can I do than I already do
To allow my love to grow in them?
I could spend more time in pleasures with them
Instead of always bemoaning the housewife realities.
The chores I take upon as mother
Drown the time I could have as mum.
To share with them time spent in books and games and pleasures
To picnic on the floor and not to mind the mess
To laugh when they laugh and not to heed the rest.
To expect and to receive some time alone for me
And for them when they have need of it.
How can I love him more?
How can I show him that he means so much to me?
To be there with my arms open and not on my hips.
To speak softly more often than shrill.
To welcome his loving advances and to make some.
Not to count the cost as time lost,
In terms of work still needing done.
These are just some.
(6-1-02)
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