Dishes And Floors

The dishes are stacked high in the sink.

The dishwasher’s loaded clear up to the brink.

Her vacuum sits idle. Crumbs lie on the floor.

What’s so important these tasks she’d ignore?

Can she not see her kitchen’s a mess?

It almost seems though she couldn’t care less.

“Where to now child? I’ll try not to peek.

I’ve counted to ten, now I’m coming to seek.”

Somewhere in heaven, high up above,

God’s smiling to see such motherly love.

More important to her than dishes and floors,

Is the treasure of time with the child she adores.