If I were a stranger looking
In from the outside through eyes
That cannot see beyond the surface
Then I might think that there was only
Chaos to behold instead of the truth
Which is that what appears so plainly to be
a sink full to the Brimming with greasy pans
and dirty Dishes as if a ravenous horde of gremlins
Devoured A victory feast after battle, and
the laundry baskets Overflowing with clothes that reek of
Musky male and caked with dirt and grime
spilling toThe bathroom floor, and splintered
Light filtering through a cracked window
Pane in the living room making the
Multitude of dust particles shimmer and dance
Between the gossamer strands of cobwebs
in the corners, And the mysterious unidentifiable
Stains on the floors from a thousand accidental
Splashes when seen through my seasoned eyes
Are instead The aftermath of a home cooked meal, crafted with
Love and care on a cold Midwest autumn Day meant
to warm my family from the inside out, Remnants of
my husband’s sweat after cutting the grass repairing slipped bike chains
and checking the oil on my jeep paired with my
Sons’ puppylike aroma born of long days spent
Outside growing strong as they tumbled and rolled in
The mud and squished sand between their toes
While also collecting it in every pore and hair
Follicle On trips to the beach because my men are all
Creatures of the sea, and three generations of a blended
Family coming together For holidays with bodies in every room of
the house generating the heat of a million suns while
balancing overful plates of delicacies that
come only once a year while wading through
piles of shiny discarded gift wrap to create traditions
lined with precious memories that celebrate the simple joy
Of each other, and gatherings of game nights highlighted
With inside jokes that made friends spit their drinks out
In excited shrieks collapsed into side-splitting laughter
from sharing ancient Stories, and a family water fight
That got a little out of hand as an errant ballon missed
Its intended target instead slamming into the once flawless
Front picture window, and little cousins playing master chef and
Mad scientist with any and everything they can
Find but shouldn’t be touching as it bubbles
And oozes into the floor in a sticky mess while
I stand by and shake my head in amusement.
If I were a stranger, then all the messiness in my
life Would seem like chaos but instead
All of the madness and mayhem you see
in my Space are my elements of peace, the beautiful
Consequences Of my family’s indelible footprint,
The culmination of my love,
My one true source of Comfort.
About the Creator
Jade Summers
How I See Me: A Badass Goddess of Creation who navigates the obstacles of the Multiverse with ease.
How the World Sees Me (I think): A Sarcastic but Funny Wife, Mom, Blerd, and aspiring content creator-trying to survive, one day at a time.
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