...and the Housewife Dances and Sings

At first glance

The moments at hand appear

filled with the

seemingly mundane

of laundry heaps and dirty dishes

Of rooms to tidy

Again

and again…

But the moments at hand

Are not what they appear

at first glance

They speak of

hands to hold,

bodies to embrace
and memories to fold

The seemingly mundane

puts a smile on my face

…because it speaks of love

And God’s bountiful grace

...so I dance and I sing

To clean up love's crumbs is a beautiful thing

Thank-you God.

© Janet Martin

Okay, I have to confess; the crumbs and clutter caught me sighing a little until Someone convicted me to scrutinized them more closely…oh. Yes. They are beautiful love-crumbs!