Days go by,
porch needs to be painted,
gardens worked on,
house cleaned,
laundry cycled,
home tidied,
beds made,
mouths fed,
wee bodies scrubbed.
Sometimes it seems
the children raise themselves.
Yet they bring home
an offering of thanks
with joy
smeared
across their faces
and I
am reminded
to raise up
an offering of thanks
with joy on my face.
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