Someday my chairs won't be sticky;
Someday my floors will have sheen;
Someday my home will be quiet and lonely,
Even if it is perfectly clean.
Someday my walls won't be painted in crayon;
Someday my faucets will shine;
Someday my children will be off and away,
And I'll miss these times they were mine.
Someday my sink will be spotless;
Someday my windows streak-free;
Someday my children will be on their own,
And I'll remember them at five, one, and three.
Someday I'll have organized utensil drawers,
And a tupperware cabinet you'd envy;
But now I'm enjoying these spots, streaks and spills,
And the children who make them around me.