By Tara Young
Many shades of disarray I can plainly see.
Why can’t my home be as tidy as I wish it to be?
The hours we read and played today. The laundry piled up high.
To say that I am not discouraged would be a great big lie.
Yet in her eyes I see a glow as first words she read out loud.
Her voice squeaked and screeched as she yelled, “I read! Mom! Aren’t you proud?”
These moments that I have with her are shades of disarray.
The cleaning and the folding will be done as I pray.
Pray that I am worthy of this child placed in my heart.
For in my womb she did not grow, but God gave her a fresh start.
So when I see the disarray, I shrug my shoulders and sigh.
I will get to that, but now, her joy is nigh.
If I wait until she naps, a lot more things get done.
Right now in my shades of disarray, she just wants to have some fun.