A Day’s Rhyme

Day of chaos sharp and tense,
Running, cleaning filth and nast
Sunshine breaks and calls us forth
Leave behind chaos’ source.
In a chair I settle deep,
While the babies run and leap.
Laughter dancing in my ears,
Needle guides my fingers clear.
Through the pleats I push my angst,
While the sunshine warms my nape.
Forget the bathrooms and the floors,
In the haven beyond our doors.

“Mommy, will you bring a snack?”
“In a minute,” I call back.
Crackers, cookies, water clear,
On their table small and dear.
“Can I sit by Dapples please?”
On one side the sisters squeeze.
Baby smiles a thankful grin,
To Sister who knew her very whim.
Curls begin to bob in time,
To some tune I cannot find.
“Mommy don’t you like this song?”
“Sorry girls,” I answer long.
Pink icing clutched in tiny fists,
As giggles burst through swaying hips.
A song I cannot seem to find,
Plays sweet and clear in babies’ minds.

“Thank you, Lord,” and my heart swells,
To watch the love, I could have squelched,
If chaos, nast, and dirty floors,
Had kept us all in dim-lit doors.
Two bodies move to table top,
Down comes umbrella ‘til it stops,
Closing in my little girls
Now Injun braves with golden curls.