"Thought's Of A Homemaker"

The photo is representative of the life of women several generations ago. I remember when a woman would spend the entire day just doing laundry. Today women have a much different experience. The poem below is a brief glimps into our modren homemakers world, the only thing missing is the possibilities of a holding a job too. It's a playful take on the role of women in today's world, I hope you enjoy!

The weatherman says it's raining today,

my hair is a mess and I've nothing to wear.

The house is dirty and it needs to be cleaned,

now where did I place that vaccum machine?

Time to change all the sheets and strip the beds,

take down every cobweb above my head.

Wash all the laundry and empty the trash,

run to the market, then mow all the grass.

Somewhere inbetween, make plans for our dinner,

then run to the Mall to get junior his swimmer.

Running from here, to who really knows where,

oh my, I forgot to brush out my hair!

Time to pull the weeds, from my best flower beds,

pour them a drink, so they don't end up dead.

Take the dog for a walk, just so he can poop,

with a napkin in hand and maybe a scoop.

It seems everyday, there is so much to do,

without anytime, just to buy me new shoes.

What is this craziness, I live everyday,

will I ever find moments, for me just to play.

I dream of long baths with bubbles in ears,

and soap in my eyes, that cause them to tear.

A nap in the shade of the afternoon sun,

with time to reflect on my life over lunch.

The weatherman says that it's raining today,

the house still a mess and I've nothing to wear.

The floors are all dirty and need to be cleaned,

now where did I hide that vaccum machine?

Barbara A. Carlan 6/17/2009

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"My Mothers Voice"

I first heard her sonant, in my conception of days,

where the womb held me silent, suspended in space.

The sound of her music, gave a comfort from fears,

while the angels in glory, wiped away every tear.

I remember her voice, from my earliest of days,

as we sat in the shade of the Live Oaks that swayed.

Sounds of her instrument, made me always feel sure,

when worlds that I knew, were so cold and disturbed.

Her voice seemed so flawless, like angelics of old,

she taught me her sonants, like her mother before.

This world not the same, as worlds once were in time,

for the sounds of her music, will not again meet with mine.

If I know some remorse, from this life that I've lived,

it's I never did tell her what her instrument did.

How the sound of her voice, was so wonderfully loved,

by her children of springtime, as we walked in her world.

Barbara A. Carlan 6/4/2009

"A Place"

A place to rest when day is done,

from gaurded watch within this home.

A faithful friend I determined to be,

as I took my place at my masters knee.

Those years I spent within this home,

joy I gave with the love they've shown.

Made our world a much sweeter place,

as I gave good love to my masters face.

Like the soldier who has stood his watch,

I've taken my place here beneath this rock.

To rest and sleep now my works all done,

to dream of trails we together roamed!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 9/2009

"Another's Story"

Endless curbing on concrete catwalks,

line the roads of busy towns of small talk.

Miles of asphalt creep thru grassy knolls,

where once anothers story was told.

Of dirt road traffick by horses driven,

and country people were simply living.

Tilling their crops, sown in early spring,

ending their labors, on a front porch swing.

Families gathered near, from exhausted joy,

to share the rewards, of the lives they sowed.

The setting of sun greets the evening damp,

as the early heavens produce galatic romp.

Children stilled listening to grand dads tales,

how once from the homeland on a ship he sailed.

How he traveled months on a merchants vessel,

to come to the new world to work and settle.

How he dreamed of land where he'd build a home,

then herd some cattle and allow them roam.

Then he'd find him a wife and sire them son's,

and work with his hands till the setting sun.

Where once was the homeplace now a parking lot,

and where the barn once stood all the peoples shop.

The pasture land where horse and cattle roamed,

now subdivision filled with cookie cutter homes.

Endless curbing flanked by concrete sidewalks,

lines the pavement of busy towns of small talk.

Miles of asphalt stretch through grassy knolls

where once another's stories were told!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 8/27/2009

"The Church"

"Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant. Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever." Hebrews 13: 21-22

"A Brand New Day"

From this day on until eternity

His love for you will never cease

And should the earth return to dust

His words you can forever trust

Should the oceans loose it's tide

and all it's life completely die

I know the God who made it all

will once again restore it's fall

Our God above has set the times

for what we see to live or die

He knows the sparrows every flight

and will restore the darkest night

He set the stars in heavens crown

and placed the planets to surround

Then fixed the earth to stand in space

for man to manage and have his place

One day this earth will pass away

for God will make a brand new day

On that new day he'll complete his plan

to restore creation as it once began

A sinless world where Jesus light

will fill it's city both day and night

Where angels sing the endless praise

for Heavens Lamb, who's life was slain

A new Jerusalem where rivers flow

and saints will tread on streets of gold

Thru gates of pearl Christ takes his bride

to dwell in peace in Heavens Light!

Written By Barbara A. Carlan 8/10/2009