The Babysitters Poem

Today I left some dishes dirty, the bed I made at 3.30.
The nappies soaked a little longer, as the odour grew a little stronger.
The crumbs we spilt the day before are starring at me from the floor. The fingerprints there on the wall,
Will probably be there till next fall.
The dirty streaks on the windowpanes
will still be there next time it rains.
“Shame on you” you might say,
“Just what have you done today? ”
I, nursed a baby till she slept,
I held a toddler while he wept.
I played a game of hide’n’seek,
I squeezed a toy to make it squeak.
Pulled a wagon, sang a song, taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do the whole day through?
Not much that shows I guess it’s true,
Unless you think that what I’ve done might be important to someone with bright little eyes and the softest hair,
If that’s true I’ve done my share.

by hannah downing

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Although written in 2006, I read it today (2012) The baby sitter is still the same and the treatment not changed A wonderful poem for the voiceless
Clever poem for one so young, keep it up.
Hannah, What a great poem about what is most important as a babysitter - the children. Wish I had a babysitter like that when my kids were little. Never could find one so I watched the kids myself and we sure had lots of those little messes here and there, but we had lots of fun and that is what mattered the most. Great poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb PS And no mother would ever care about those fingerprints or little messes as long as the children were safe and happy. :) Thanks for sharing with us.