Cut Down To Size

Love lives given. 

Ann Voskamp (on this post) full of wow-moments

Sometimes it is supper waiting

Because someone had to work late

Sometimes it is nothing more than

Fresh baked cookies on a plate

It might look quite dull and common;

Laundry after dark so you

Have clean 'undies' in the morning

And a sock (if you’re lucky, two)

It might be a poem, oh but,

You think that’s a waste of paper?!

Well, then it might be as simple

As getting back up to set the coffee-maker

Or a dash to grab the phone be

-fore the answering machine comes on

…even though you miss the part when

I try to tell you where I ran from

Oft it travels incognito

Many a kitchen-mile, oh my

While it tidies, scrubs, wipes, whispers

Prayers into soup, muffins, pie

While it learns to learn a lesson

That it thought was taught before

While it sleeps with one ear open

Until it has heard the door

While it works for nothing more than

Hearing full-fledged laughter ring

As they sit a little longer

Before heading out again

While it makes the most of moments

Lest in haste it wastes pure gold

It is quite a thing to reckon

With echoes felled from its hold

It is second cups of ‘listening’

Even when to-do lists bark

It is voiced in humble taking

Out the garbage after dark

It might look like mundane nothing

In a lot of people’s eyes

But I hope you know it, darling

It is love cut down to size

© Janet Martin