Whole Wise Woman

My bed is half made, the flowers half laid

In their beds, with their pots askew.

The floor is half swept. The jam is half kept,

With berries still left to do.

The washer's half loaded. The dryer's half folded.

The closet is sorted part way.

The bills are half opened. The dishes half soaking,

And dinner is just underway.

My list half completed and feeling defeated

I think about what I have done

In my day's disarray. Without any delay

My accomplishments rise one by one.

The scriptures were opened. The prayers were all spoken,

I love you's and hugs out the door.

Their voices were ringing. I smiled at them singing

Of wise men who built near the shore.

Maybe all of my half-nots will someday be wholes,

But today I'm content to ensure

That my children, whole-hearted, converted, concertedly

Walk in the way of the Lord.