Mothers can wait for the house to be tidy
When footsteps no longer dash over mopped floors
And mothers can wait for those years of pure quiet
No shouting voices or slamming of doors
Mothers can wait for the days of no laundry
And sparkling windows with no trace of a kiss
Where curious noses press to its barrier
Because they are wondering ‘where mother is’
Mothers can wait for long days with no duty
For surely to be busy is heaven on earth
And toiling for loved ones is life’s finest beauty
Filling each moment with purpose and worth
…but mothers smile softly with anticipation
For they cannot wait for that most special day
When childish eagerness plucks for sweet mother
A humble, yet glorious dandelion bouquet
© Janet Martin