Ah, Saturday Morning!

When Jim called this morning he wondered if I’m writing

 (knowing that my morning writing sched. is sort of a thing of the past right now). 

I told him not yet because there are so many other things that need doing too…

this gave me the inspiration for a quickie while I enjoy a late first cup o’ coffee!

Ah, Saturday morning tug of heart

Pulls us apart twixt Want and Must

A tableau filled with common art

So much to see, so much to dust

So much to snare from thoroughfares

Of earth abroad and house right here

Where home-sweet-home is a nightmare

Without the care of Mother Dear

Ah, Saturday morning tug of will

Duty’s demand is strict and plain

But holds a clean-shiny-floor thrill

Those good excuses cannot gain

It knows that satisfaction waits

In simple swish-polish-scrub-fold

Hep-hep-heave-ho, for soon noon’s gates

Are shadow-barred and starred with gold

Ah, Saturday morning tug of Time

A war twixt dish-soap suds and ink

So much to love, so much to rhyme

So much Slow Second Cup to drink

So much to choose, so much to Muse

Of sky-high blues, dew-hues dirt-cursed

Where all my finger-printed views

Insist I think I should clean first

…ah, Saturday morning tug of books

And pens, and hiking boots and bikes

Where autumn leaf-boat dappled brooks

Lure us to look long, if one likes

Ah, Saturday morning tug of hand

Of cloths and pails and brooms and mops

Where nothing else is quite as grand

If mother’s sweep-scrub-polish stops

© Janet Martin

Ugh! said Victoria after I read her this poem before posting it. 

I hate the way this sounds...

(In case you've noticed, cleaning is NOT Victoria's first love😊)