The Homemaker's Marathon

 The Homemaker’s Marathon

 

Brring!

Time to greet the day.

Ha! The snooze button

Is in the way.

I look it in the eye

And bid it a tearful goodbye.

 

Morning concoctions,

And coffee bubbles away.

I must not delay.

 

The doorbell rings.

I hurry with the garbage bin.

The breakfast menu

I must decide:

Paratha or dosa

With chutney on the side.

 

Household chores

Are a mighty bore.

If not tackled,

They’ll pile up.

As tall as the door.

 

The maid’s on time.

I thank the Lord Divine.

She’s as quick as an arrow

Much to my sorrow.

Gone, before I could say hello!

 

Lunch and dinner:

Clean and chop,

Sizzle and pop,

Sauce and gravy,

Simmer away in the pot.

 

The afternoon arrives

Singing a sweet lullaby

Slowly, but surely,

I succumb to a shut-eye.  

 

Evening unfolds:

Time to hit the jogging track.

Temptation wins:

I curl up with a book and snack.

 

The darkness of night

Slowly covers the land.

It’s time for

Man and beast

To put up

Their feet.

 

Tomorrow is a new day.

But the daily grind

Remains the same

Unless I choose to change my mind.

 

 

 

 

I'm happy to have had the e-zine, Authoropod, publish my poem in their July 2026 issue. 

Thank you, Authoropod.