A Housewife's Moment of Sanity
A blissful moment
Fleeting
Nevertheless uplifting
Those empty baskets
and not a single cloth hanging on the washing
How such in a way
Much indulging than a Hagen Daaz’s tube
For a few hours that stay
One hopes a freeze in time
That won’t melt or gone
As soon as the ironing needs to be done
Where are the fairies whenever one needs them most?
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