My Ode to Mr Clean and his Magic Eraser:

I never knew the termoil 3 children would bring me,

until the time came to move and it was very apparent to see.

Crayons smeared in the corners,

Soap scum stuck in the tub,

sweet little handprints all over each wall!

and to my pleasure permanant marker artwork on the kitchen wall.

I thank you for my sanity,

and for helping me realize that my babies are worth every little handprint that you helped me clean. You truely eased my burden

and helped me wipe away all the dirty corners I thought could never be so clean.

*this ode is not in correct complex stanza form.