My Beautiful Mess

The alarm clock rings

A baby scream

and my day begins

I stumble in

(It was a sleepless night)

And pull him from his crib

I change and feed and burp

Pack lunch, make coffee too

I sing and play

Pull toys out

then put them up again

I chase the baby

Rock and pat

Hope he takes a nap

The day gets by

and instead of a thankfulness

frustrations gather in

The endless laundry

Dirty floors

And dishes left to do

The clingy baby on my legs

The dinner plans to make

The day to day clouds my thoughts

And I often forget

It is in the little things

I often sweat

sweet blessings can be found

A baby grin with “ma-ma” on his lips

Footy PJs and arms stretched high

this child for whom I prayed

The lunch, the coffee, and dinner too

for my husband made

The man I love

Who works so hard

To care for all of us

The dirty socks and dishes

And dinner that I bake

They represent my family

Precious blessings I’ve been given

Mouths to feed and feet to clad

A busy house we have

But out of home comes great joy

And not a moment would I trade

So, today, I thank the Lord

for the dishes in the sink

the tennis shoes

and scattered toys

the beds still left unmade

Because in these items

My loves are found

The beauty in the mess