Brighter Poetics

Well, no free day for me as usual

Seriously wondering when it will ever end

As soon as the basket is empty;

I soon find it full again

Even on a Sunday

Agitation is my daily routine

I can’t just let it sit there

Oh well, back to the machine

Yay only whites today

Oh darn, where is the bleach

I guess I can take a break today

Thanks to my better half  it is on the top shelf – where  I can’t reach

Dinner is on the grill as I watch the kids play

Mud pies bake under the sun

The old saying must really be true

A woman’s work is never done

rain, dirt road, mud pies (Photo credit: paloetic)

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