I promised myself I would never make my child late, to date I haven't!
Inspired by a blog I read on keeping it real
She exhibited a jumble of imperfection
But I won’t go in that direction
If I want to air my vast disarray
Last week would have been the perfect display
Clothes strewn across my whole top floor
Ousted from their space, in piles galore
Daughter’s closet broke down, being over taxed
She decided to renovate, build new racks
I was worried how long it take to install
Out of town guest to visit, a mess wall to wall
I was grumpy, crabby, worried, I stewed
My mouth got to pumping out things that were rude
Fear engulfed my good nature, snuffed it away
As I stumbled over closet assortments day after day
Got to the point I couldn’t say a word,
Sour look on my face as though suffering gerd!
So I crossed my fingers hoped it would be done
A miracle of miracles, the process begun
Painting, hammering, screwing with a drill
Painstakingly purging, and packing, what a thrill!
Time to resume our holiday routine
Fresh sheets on the bed, things to straighten and clean
Finally tranquility floated like tissue taken to wind
Wiping out chaos, ugly thoughts I’d rescind
The day had arrived for my friend to appear
I prepared a special supper for when she got here
Road closure, a blizzard made her four hours late
When she finally arrived, she already ate!
So happy she was safe!