Wednesday, June 15, 2016

A Perfectly Hectic Day

Amazing the things we run across cleaning out our files and stacks of paper.  I ran across this Poem (entitled "Perfect Day") that I must have written a modern woman's answer to.  I am not sure when I wrote it.  It must have been when I still had most of my children living in the home.  Here are both poems:

Perfect Day
(Author unknown)

Grandmother, on a winter's day,
Milked the cows and fed them hay;
Slopped the hogs, harnessed the mule,
And got the children off to school.
Did a washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some chores,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
And pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor, made the beds,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread,
Split the firewood, lugged some in,
(enough to fill the kitchen bin.)
Churned the butter, baked a cake,
And then exclaimed, "For goodness sake,
Those darned calves are out again!"
Went and chased them into the pen.
Gathered the eggs, locked the stable,
Back to the house to set the table;
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
Afterward washed up all the dishes.
Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose,
Then opened the organ and began to play
"When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day!"

 A Modern Mother's Answer to “Perfect Day”
By Gemie Martin

Myself, upon a winter’s day,
baked cupcakes for the PTA,
Got my children out of bed,
loaded the machine that makes my bread.
Chauffeured my brood all off to schools.
Went to water aerobics  at a local pool.
Checked my emails, removed the spam
Dusted the den, then off  I ran,
to run some errands very quickly;
Then visited a friend who was somewhat sickly
Made phone calls for Visiting Teaching,
Prepared a talk I will be preaching.
Paid some bills that we were owing
Stopped a toilet from overflowing.
Called the plumber and cleaned up the mess.
Put towels in the washer and changed my dress.
Picked up the clothes from the nearby dry cleaning
Then polished my silver, till it soon was gleaming.
Oops, I forgot, I will be honest
My daughters appointment at the orthodontist.
I dropped her off at a quarter to three
Then returned overdue books to the library.
The after school carpool runs were made,
Then the counters scrubbed and the table laid.
So 6-1-2-1-1-3-3, called Pizza Hut delivery.
At last with children finally fed.
By now, I feel like going to bed.
But homework help I would impart
(I hope we get an “A” in art)
Then scripture reading and then I’ll pray
I hope tomorrow’s a less hectic day.