Time floats by.
Nothing gets done.
Mom won’t be pleased,
No way,
No matter,
The blue, blue sky,
Quiet warm breeze,
The grass, the flowers,
The trees.
Her list,
Chores,
Consuming
Chores,
Consuming
Each moment,
Til' night hid day.
No time to play
She would say.
Had a wonderful day,
Thank God,
We only heard,
“I Love You.”

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