Free from dust, smudges, and tracked-in mud.
I dream of laundry that is always washed,
Of clothes that are hung and folded neatly.
I dream of clean sheets that smell like spring,
And beds made fresh every morning.
I dream of kitchens free from crumbs,
And pantries that remain stocked.
I dream of work that is actually finished,
Of my “to be read” pile actually being read.
I dream of dogs with soft, sweet-smelling fur,
And rabbits with nails that don’t draw blood.
I dream of grass without bare spots that is always mowed,
And a river bed that is forever free from weeds.
Unfortunately, these will always be…