The sleep-in will come with the popcorn smell,
and crowds pack the mall for the super sale,
cookies and cakes for the 5th grade class
and washing the car and cutting the grass
bills to be paid, groceries to buy –
all things get done, by and by.
No one will know in a month or so
if I fell short of perfection or should slow.
And no one would mind, neither husband nor child,
a dust-bunny, cobweb, or junk mail piled.
If I am at peace, serene and calm,
I’m a better me, better wife, better mom.
