
{I wrote this light-hearted poem on the futility of housekeeping, late in 2017, after having at last recovered from hip surgery and finally feeling, like I had a hope of organizing my home.ย Silly me!ย This poem seems as familiar to me now, as it did then.ย To all the warriors against dust, chaos, children, entropy and messes in general, I salute you!ย Thank you for coming by to read!}
Iโm conquering
A six-foot square
A six-foot square
Today.
A tidy corridor,
At best.
A tiny corner
Of my nest.
Iโll lie in wait
And, ruthless, purge.
Iโll mount an
insurrecting surge.
How will you
Recognize
This conquered land
That I have slain?
I doubt that you
Will note a change,
Except that now,
Iโm Queen.
Copyright 2017 Andrea LeDew
For a post on how homeschooling can lend itself to a better understanding of the value of chaos, see Day in the Life:ย Chaos Theory.
Have you been surveilling the inside of my house, perchance? ๐
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