So many tasks await this day:
The ironing must be done,
The dusty hutch shows finger streaks
Made by my little son;
The beds all need clean linens,
The closets are a sight,
And there's a brand-new recipe
To mix up for tonight;
But then a plea, "Read this to me"
And the beds go unattended,
Then shortly, "Let's play hide-and-seek"
And the blue jeans stay unmended;
And then, "Come see the fuzzy worm,
Hurry, Mother, hurry!"
I look at all my unfinished tasks.
Then I tell myself, don't worry.
I may not finish them today
And supper may be late,
But fuzzy worms and growing boys
Don't have time to wait!