Tribute to Parents

I have a well-endowed to do list,

An ever-growing list of many items,

I'll trim it here and there, of course,

Yet, it seems to just make it grow evermore,

A never-ending cycle this list creates,

Anxiety sets in due to this accursed item,

So much to do, so little time.

The laundry was just done,

I just finished putting it away,

The basket left behind bloomed,

Like a pesky weed that just won't die,

The laundry pile grows and grows,

There must be gardeners tending it,

So much to do, so little time.

Sink drained now, I smile,

Meal eaten and dishes are done,

Perhaps I can sit and relax now,

With a dish towel, I wipe down,

Mildew on counters, I will not condone,

From the corner of my eye, the dishes multiplied,

So much to do, so little time.

I pull out freshly baked cookies,

The aroma permeating the air,

The bait is laid and the trap set,

For my housework's multiplying force,

Footsteps swarm and hands reach out,

I intercept with a chore chart,

So much to do, so little time.