Espresso beans crunch; a remedy for exhaustion
Flour on the counters and bread in the oven
Crumbs on the rug and blocks under the couch
Ordinary Thursdays; precious memories
But he crawls over the crumbs
He smiles at the messes
He plays with the flour
And squeals in the kitchen
He ignores the load and plays with the laundry
Fragile vessels scooting, crawling, walking
Slow days and fast seasons
Nothing like being with your children
The washing machine tumbles
The dishwasher purrs
The vacuum inhales—I exhale
Ordinary Tuesdays; precious memories
Home grows slowly; a little each day
We sway back and forth as we learn to dance in the rain
Home—a shelter for the weary and heavy laden
A garden for eternal seeds
Built with wisdom and understanding1
An abode, sanctuary, and landing
Ordinary deeds, days, and decades
There’s no place like home
This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series "Sway”
“The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down” (Proverbs 14:1).
this was lovely and very relatable!
All I wanted to do was leave you a comment that your poem was so beautiful, but I had to go through so many hoops to be able to do so (fill out a bio, get an e-mail with a link, etc.) I probably won't do so again. I only did it this time so you could have an FYI that maybe you need to make it easier for people to like or comment on your posts.