Dust

It is only dust,
it can wait one more day,
there are songs
to be sung,
we have games
to be played

The grass will not suffer
to grow one more week,
we have pooh sticks to find,
there are berries to eat

It is only dust,
it won’t matter to wait,
there are fairies to catch
by the old garden gate

The hoover will surely
be glad of the rest
while we paddle our feet
as the sun travels west

It is only dust,
it can stay where it dwells,
there are pictures to paint,
we have stories to tell

The washing can grow
into wonderful piles,
as we chase new adventures
for miles and miles

The dust and the mess
and the dishes will keep
for the days they go fast
and the years they do creep

In twenty years time
we can tidy the mess,
but for now it can wait,
we have love,
we are blessed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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