Temporary
She cleaned all day
till her bones were weary.
The logic of
responsibility had left her dreary.
The radio band playing
kept her going,
As she cleared cobwebs
inwardly knowing
That a pack of kids
would soon invade
Frothing with energy
like a summer parade,
And the results of her
efforts would disappear.
But she did it
doggedly year after year,
Until one day the kids
were gone
And she was left with
a spotless home.
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