When the sun comes up in the morning,
and light filters through the blinds,
I am up and about quickly,
Making coffee, feeding dogs and cats,
Putting away last night’s dishes,
Making beds, checking email,
Bringing in the newspaper
Checking in the mail box;
That is my rhythm for the day,
being busy, never stopping,
I make breakfast, do up dishes,
Run errands,
Pay bills,
Shop for groceries,
Pick children up from school,
Plan dinner,
While the Food Network is on
I chop and prep vegetables,
Slide and dice,
Peel potatoes and carrots,
finally dinner is ready; we eat,
I put everything away,
Bob washes up the dishes,
I clean up after him
then and only then,
I change into pajamas and robe
and find my bedroom slippers
and I am at ease.
The rest of the evening is mine,
to read or write,
To clip coupons or watch TV,
or just – relax.
Sandra Lee Smith
Written March 12, 2009
(I elected not to change anything in this poem–so many things in my life changed between then and now–but I think it’s a clear example of what my life was all about in 2009)
