How can 24 hours pass as just ordinary?
Laundry.
Dishes.
Cooking.
More laundry.
More dishes.
Groceries.
Cooking again.
Was I not awake as I performed these duties? I feel ungrateful.
Last night the day held promise
Beyond
Duty,
Choices made.
Note to self:
My soul needs
More,
So much more.
2 comments:
This is so true! We look so forward to the weekend that it seems anything is possible. But when the day flies by because you've spent it doing household tasks, it gets a little depressing. I love how you expressed these thoughts in a poem.
What would happen if duty was pushed aside just a bit? Take care of your soul.
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