House Proud

{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.  Silly me!  This poem seems as familiar to me now, as it did then.  To all the warriors against dust, chaos, children, entropy and messes in general, I salute you!  Thank you for coming by to read!}

 

I’m conquering

A six-foot square

A six-foot square

Today.

 

A tidy corridor,

At best.

A tiny corner

Of my nest.

 

I’ll lie in wait

And, ruthless, purge.

I’ll 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,

I’m 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:  Chaos Theory.