Housewife unemployed
Published by jinfinite8 September 23rd, 2007 in Around the house, Housekeeping, HomePreneur, Manpreneur.CENSUS POEM: “He said, ‘Your occupation please?’ This London census-taking guy. I started to enumerate and said quite frankly, ‘I wash the dishes, scrub the floors, shine the windows, polish doors, Bathe three children, wipe their noses, Work a little in the roses. Do the washing, iron the clothes. Pick up playthings, mend the hose. Sweep out daily, close britches, Sew a dress with tiny stitches, Nurse a sick one, make the beds, Kiss hurt places, shampoo heads. Wipe up after pups and kittens, Tuck in covers, hear each prayer. Brag a little, ease a care. Take your pick. I get no pay, But that’s what I do every day.” He listened very carefully, that’s why I’m so annoyed, Because that man just scribbled down: ‘Housewife. Unemployed.’”
Via my Cousin Jeanne Taysom. Beauty Jeanne!
My mother wrote this poem and had it published in the Dallas Morning News many, many years ago. Her name was Hazel Barkham Dunn. She wrote beautiful poetry.