Fighting streaming from upstairs.
Piles of laundry everywhere
Dirty dishes in the sink
I want to scream, then stop and think.
Of all the places that I’ve been,
Of all the people met therein,
The three that are a part of me
Are in the chaos, a perfect dream.
Each new challenge met today
Makes me smile in a certain way,
As delightful as a sweet confection
My little piece of imperfection.