CREATOR’S GIFT
Smelly clothes and dirty dishes
Don’t seem like the stuff of wishes
Cooking meals and wiping noses
Could, in time, produce neuroses
However, if you do your duty
You could find in rhythm, beauty.
The daily things you do with love
May lead your soul to realms above
The simple things, seen with new eyes
May give your heart a great surprise
When seen as the Creator’s gift
A flower, a child, a dirty dish
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