Poetics Aside has us pondering voyages today...
I've been working at spring-cleaning so I suppose right now my family thinks cleaning, laundry and cooking is all I do;)
(they do not read my blog:)
Maybe to you my voyage seems to be a bit like housewife hell
My dear, someday I hope your dreams will find the heaven in its swell
And if it were but laundry-mop-and-dishes metronome
Perhaps it would be drudgery but oh, it is for Home
Maybe my voyage seems unglamorous, dust-cloths and brooms
Are not so very amorous, tis true; but in these rooms
I touch the Place of happiness for this is where we come
Away from gawking greediness to this; our home sweet home
…and I suppose there is no title for the pro of scrubbing pots
Or wiping up of cookie crumbs; picking forget-me-nots
And maybe all these miles I’ve vacuumed seem an aimless tome
But I have yet to find a kinder destiny than Home
© Janet Martin
I been asked by my kids, and even hubby on occasion; 'don't you ever get sick of your life?', or 'how do you stand it?'
I tell them its not always the doing but the Cause that gives me utmost pleasure!