Sometimes,
to
fold the clothes
and pocket them away
in the waiting drawers,
is the greatest
of privileges.
Sometimes, to carry
debris of play-
items up the
stairs,
to tread
on another plastic
mini-figure, that
hurts your foot
and
makes you swear -
is the frustration by which
you are blessed.
From baby grows
to
faded school airtex,
this is the chore of
someone anointed
with the care
and
love-life full
of being an exhausted parent.
Lucky enough
to feel tired of
the
sacred, normal
tedium
of folding clothes.
11th May 2013
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