...For The 'Heaven' Of It

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!