A Mother’s Work

The house is a wreck
I'm not lookin' pretty
Homework's not done
Floors feelin' gritty

 
Clothes need to be washed
And groceries need bought
Stain on the carpet's
Not even a thought

 
Yard needs to be raked
Have pains of hunger
So much to do and
I'm not getting younger

 
What did I do with
My day, do you ask?
I fulfilled the most
Important of tasks

 
I visited Mom
I visited Dad
I hugged them so tight
It made us all glad

 
I played with my kids
And walked in the park
Then we caught fireflies
When the sky fell dark

 
I tucked them in bed
And kissed them goodnight
Laid with my husband
And cuddled up tight

 
Forgot my housework
In the joy and natter
There's always tomorrow
If not, does it matter?

 

 

The Grass is Always Greener

Today, most everything around me was brown and dry. When I said how much I love autumn colors and listening to the crisp ground beneath my feet, this is not what I had in mind. The grass looked like it was in the dead of winter. The deciduous trees seemed to be skipping a vital part of the perennial cycle (the color changing and shedding of leaves) and the leaves hung withered, dried, and lifeless on the sagging branches. It was as if they got tired of waiting for autumn weather and just… gave up. Atop the hills, all around were trees, many of them still green, many of them dried to an aesthetically unpleasant brown, not an autumn brown. Perhaps some believe they might as well be dead. I am quite sure, however, that come spring there will be new life. Green, and the many colors of blossoms, will once again dominate the hillsides. The trees will keep their arms stretched high, reaching for the sky, and be singing to it: Let's try this again.