Yes, when they are grown I will take back my home
Jelly marks on door frames will be no more
Mud promptly wiped off the kitchen floor
Measuring cups returned from use in the bath
From door to bed I will clear a path
As Legos will be placed in their proper place
and toy cars nicely lined in their carrying case
Paintbrushes will not be rinsing in the sink
My living room will not be a hockey rink
Under my couches will be sparkling clean
Not a pile of laundry will be seen.
Yes, I will clean my house when my children grow old...
At least until I have grandkids from what I've been told.
 | |||
| My boys and I about two years ago when this poem was written. |
No comments:
Post a Comment