Sunday, September 23, 2012

Someday My House Will Be Clean


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.



                                                      -KM

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I couldn't agree more. I used to be a little ocd when it came to my house but my little bubbies showed me what was really important.

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  2. I LOVE it. I constantly remind myself of the idea behind this.

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  3. Ya it obviusly write poeam about real family life, and very good poem you have wrote,I like it!

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