But we've gotta get it done.
Cleaning, painting left to do.
Sands of time are slipping through.
Whining, crying, all are stressed.
None of us can act our best.
Two more weeks to settle in.
Then, at last, we're home again!
Nocturnal Sanders is a challenge to myself to write a new poem for each of the next 365 days. Along the way I hope to discover my hidden voice of creativity.