Poetic Musings

I was reading a book of inspirational vignettes last night before bed, and these thoughts came to me as I closed the cover ~

In this imperfect world,

With my imperfect life,

I'm an imperfect person,

and an imperfect wife.

Dust bunnies abound,

Kids leave streaks on the walls,

Stacks of books grace some tables~

Stained rugs in some halls.

Routines are attempted,

But often not kept

Critters are fed,

without cages swept.

The list of "to do"

Is longer than "done."

And play, versus work,

Seems so much more fun.

My house, I'd admit,

Is not what I knew~

But my children's sweet smiles

Make up for this skew.

But I'll take my ole house

And imperfect ways,

Over anything fancier

That doesn't have frays.

In this home, I've learned,

through good and through bad,

Life's the most precious

Gift that I have.