They say it's never done. <br />A woman's work. <br />When, and how can we find fun <br />Without shirking <br />All the things there are to do? <br /> <br />Here's a clue. <br /> <br />Try to be aware of <br />Gifts, hiding in <br />Every dull and mundane job. <br /> <br />When cooking - stop - <br />Think, 'how does this vegetable FEEL' <br />When peeling. <br /> <br />Then, arranging flowers. <br />Spare only one <br />Moment, to see the powerful <br />Colours, deeply <br />Glowing with exciting sheen. <br /> <br />Once we've seen <br />Their beauty shining there <br />Just for us, <br />We can start to look elsewhere <br />For other joys. <br /> <br />The whiteness gleaming, through <br />Folds of blowing clothes <br />Drying on a line. <br /> <br />When changing beds <br />Bouncing up and down is fine <br />For mothers too! <br /> <br />And when cleaning floors why <br />Not start to jive, <br />Put music on and show <br />That we're alive. <br /> <br />Like all other things we flow <br />With vibrant life. <br />Try this satisfying way. <br />Start today.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-work-2/
