Pine-sol scented floors shine up at me.
No dishes in the sink; the house is clean – to a degree.
I know it won’t stay that way,
But, my job is done for today.
As I meander throughout the house,
Making sure all is well,
Checking on my kids and spouse,
My mind goes on a carousel.
Spinning ‘round and ‘round,
I’m eclipsed by the dust.
There’s a metaphorical cloud,
Guiding my wanderlust.
An urgency for adventure,
to explore a land unclaimed
Away from the mundane,
Where I’m not the great pretender;
An impossible terrain.
I’m lucky and blessed to live the life I do.
I wouldn’t trade it for a thing,
But it’d be nice if, for a week or two,
I could indulge my inner whims.
I’m a Mom, it’s what I do,
But that doesn’t mean I’m finished.