Friday, May 9, 2008

Home is where the mower is

Going home tonight
To the house we own and love
So much to be done.

Sleeping in the same bed
Will be heavenly romance
No more Ward and June.

Paint the new porch trim
We won't enjoy our hard work
Fixing up to sell.

Mow the lawn and rake
The tulips have now bloomed
The yard will live on.

Not time to say 'bye
Enjoy the comfort. Privacy.
Come back on Sunday.

Thanks for reading. I don't have time to do the button (b/c I always mess it up and can't fool around with it today), so head over to A Mommy Story to check out better poets than I!

2 comments:

Jennifer, Playgroups Are No Place For Children said...

Great haiku!

Anglophile Football Fanatic said...

Are you not happy about selling? Sounds like it's a bit bittersweet?