Welcome

I haven't written poetry since Highschool, but I needed a creative outlet this afternoon. 

Welcome to my humble home,

Please don't mind the mess.

Even after my children have grown,

This is how I'll like it best.

My fridge is filled with art work,

Sticky fingerprints dot my wall.

There's flour dust by the pantry,

And socks scattered in the hall.

There is chocolate on my toddlers face,

Though I bath him twice a day.

And please just leave the dishes,

They'll just end up back that way.

There is laundry covering my basement couches,

Stacked up a mile high,

I'll fold it while my children sleep,

Before that, I don't dare try.

Pretend you don't see the half eaten cookies,

Or the big pantry doors open wide.

And watch out for the lump of brown sugar

that my two year old tried to hide.

Please don't mind the noise,

If you choose to stay and chat.

It's probably just a game of pretend,

Princesses, ninja's, or something like that.

And if you stay for dinner,

And find your socks stuck to the floor,

Know that's probably the exact same spot,

My toddler sat before.

The crumbs appear like magic,
Though I sweep them up each day,
There's always something to be done,
But I'd rather sit and play.

Though to the naked eye,

Our home is filled with quirks,

It is also full of lots of love,

Much laughter, and good works.