No dear you may not, the gentle lord told his love
The call reverberated through the wooden frame
Pots shone like the silver glint of a cat’s eye
A damp towel was laid upon the oven door
Warm crisp bread swirled around the room
Beyond the realms of serenity called the child
Innocence brought itself to a bellow
Tears fell upon the faded rug
Shrieks of nothing rang through hollowed air—
Quivering sighs fall down the soft shoulders
Your work is not done, do not rest
Trudge, trudge, trudge
Nothing but a day that never ends.