1/9/15

When all of the children are fast asleep, & Mama's had all the Trouble she can keep, No reading gets done For this weary woman, It's off to dreamland For this worn-out woman. The laundry needs washing, The dishes needs cleaning, But tomorrow can wait, For Mom has a date. And date that includes Three little boys, And date that includes Lots of cool toys. So quit preaching to me About my imperfect house, Quit having the urge To call me a louse. You see the dishes, The laundry, the messes, I see the wishes, The kisses, the blesses. Tomorrow they will Be too old for kisses, Tomorrow may be Too late to grant wishes. They're only little Like this for a while, Tomorrow I'll tackle That huge laundry pile. One day I'll watch them Walk 'cross a stage, One day I'll be a Very old sage. Old age can be nice, If you have lots of ice, To put on the owies, And that should suffice. How can I be Just 'nigh on thirty? How can it be My house is this dirty? For one day they grow Some wings of their own To go in the world And sow seeds of their own. Seeds sown with goodness, Mercy and love Sent down from Heaven From God up above. © From A Poet's Heart 1/9/15