the dishes will just keep piling up
the washing needing to be done
when it’s all said and done
will we ever remember?
the mess
or will the messiness of our lives
be the joy that we
shared
muddy toes
torn clothes
is that the nectar
we taste but cannot see
the to do list
that never ends
once completed
another added
the memory
keeps only moments
smiles
hugs
tantrums and tears
beating hearts and big fears
when it’s all said and done
will we ever remember?
the schedule
the lists
the pressure
the stress
or
just the warmth
comfort
of a messy life
we
shared
