Just as soon as I’ve cleaned.
After we’ve played,
Picked the toys up from the floor.
Not until I’ve read aloud,
While they eat,
Following an abundance of hugs.

Then, quite possibly,
I’ll suggest the TV,
Chance sitting down to write.
The peace will come I’m sure.
The inspiration, the words, the masterpiece.
That brings home the bread. Realises the dream.

Snatched moments here and there.

But look! The sun is shining.
Washing and dinner should come before the pipe dream.
Before anything that smacks of a waste of time.
Raising children and holding walls together,
Won’t ever quite compete,
With money, money, money.

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