Domestic Chaos
Dirty sheets
Blank canvas
Washing on the line
Television blaring
Children playing
I am running out of time
Toys on stairs
Mucky baby
Hungry relatives
Phone ringing
Neighbours singing
Dog biting my sleeves
Flour on the floor
Doorbell dinging
The microwave pings
Burning fingers
Oven smoking
Scribble a list for shopping
Children crying
Husband calls
I slip on a toy car
Forgetting something
Mothers on her way!
This has gone too far
I scream a shout
And everything stops
The children slowly come to me
Husbands eyes, say it all
“I think its time to help mummy”
The dogs kicked out,
The toys collected
The husbands got the trash out
The neighbours shut up
The baby's washed
All thanks to my desperate shout
The door is answered
Burning fingers are soothed
The kids throw the washing on the line
The husband mops
The children are angels,
I sigh, “About bleeding time”
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