I thought I'd catch up with my tasks today, The little things that needed mending; A sweater, socks, and toys with broken parts; A picture needed framing. I'd planned to clean the attic, Throw away the old, make way for more; Old souvenirs that needed dusting. Oh, the musty smell of memories dying When I opened wide the door! My diary there, long since neglected, With such reproachful air, -- The day I met you, The night you kissed me By the stair. We promised not to make our life a task, But days of joy. I remember now, the dreams we dreamed, The gladness in your eyes When you beheld our boy. I felt so worried over work undone, Trudging up those stairs with weary dread, Thinking I'd catch up with my tasks today. Perhaps you noticed when you came home tonight, I caught up with my dreams instead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE CHOEPHOROI: ORESTES GOES MAD by AESCHYLUS AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE EDGE by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |