Vol. 2, No. 1 • Fall 1997

I am a Foster Mother

One is under the table, one asleep in bed Two are having a "free for all" And one has dumped breakfast on his head. The phone is ringing off the wall Someone's at the door Clothes are piled up in the hall and I need things from the store. It's hardly time to think, for it's always one thing or another. No, I'm not the lady who lived in the shoe, I'm just a foster mother. One needs a hug, one needs a change and one wants to chat. One has hid and I can't find him and two are chasing the cat. I've blown my diet, so with Twinkie in hand I sit a minute and wonder on all the blessings that have come my way: you see, I'm foster mother. --Frances Hutson, Wake County, North Carolina

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