There’s dust on the shelves,
And toys across the floor.
The windows need a clean,
And there’s mud on the front door.
There’s dishes in the sink,
Kitchen cupboards need a clean.
Two baskets-full of ironing,
Handprints on the TV screen.
The flower beds needs weeding,
The oven smoulders when I cook.
And as for behind the radiator?
I daren’t even look.
The mirror needs a polish,
I need to vacuum up the stairs,
But if I’m being honest,
Who really cares?
My son’s doing a jigsaw
And is getting in a muddle,
My baby has a tooth coming,
And he really wants a cuddle.
My daughter’s dolly needs a bath,
Then she wants to read a book.
They don’t know where the Lego is,
So I’ll have to help them look.
It’s a day for drying washing,
But the machine is not yet done.
We’re going to the park instead,
As it’s sure to be more fun.
I know my house is dusty,
And I know it is a mess,
But there’ll be time to clean it up,
When my kids have flown the nest.
They won’t be young forever,
So when I look back on this time,
I’ll remember all the fun we had,
And not the dirt and grime.
By Cathryn Scott