In a perfect world
my floors would be moped and
my caprets hoovered.
my laundry washed and hung to dry
food would be cooking while I get myself dressed and ready
ironing for the week all done and dusted
now for the make up and perfume
just before husband arrives.
the table’s set, food piping hot.
we eat, we laugh, we share our days
kitchen cleaned, dishes washed and dried
it’s the end of the day and time to retire.
such a perfect day in a perfect world.