Raising Children

May 18, 2020

You scrub and you scrub Hunting for any spots you missed After a time, you're satisfied That you got them all

Then you put them out When company comes over And wait for the inevitable “You missed a spot”

You can only do your best No one can ask anything more They can't understand what it's like to be you in your life

Even when they get stained Or battered or broken And it can be hard to think that they'll be like that forever

But in the end, it's okay You've done the best you can Take another look, and you'll see That they're not ruined at all

Those aren't defects or blemishes They're part of what makes them special And you will always love them just the way they are