I'm thinking
about cleaning.
Make a list?
Just start?
Sitting here, looking around.
I see an art project in progress,
Laundry half sorted,
An animal cage in need of attention,
Clutter on my desk,
and dust under the tv.
Empty drink containers wait,
and games go unplayed.
This room is a catch-all.
A family room of sorts
Where we all seem to find ourselves
and leave traces behind.
It will wait
I'll start tomorrow
After coffee,
maybe a bite
I'll make a plan
go one by one
delegate here
do it myself, there
eventually, lighting a candle
and enjoying the order.
This is a lovely poem for such an unwanted and almost overwhelming task.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the poem about the task most dreaded by probably all moms! I love the lines, "I'll start tomorrow/After coffee,/Maybe a bite…." and the way they help you see a way out of the chaos.
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