Mayhem

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018 

Dishes, dust and decision,
the joys of being a housewife.
Stories, hugs and bruises,
the joys of being a mother.
Chats, mayhem and coffee,
the joys of being a wife.
Good book, wine and foot spa,
the joys of being me.

 

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