Chores

When I was a girl, I used to think

you could get to the bottom of the kitchen sink.

You could finish all the dishes, sweep the crumbs up off the floor,

and hang the messy apron on the kitchen door.

You could wash up all the laundry, iron the clothes there in the stack,

and wipe up all the dishes from the drying rack.

But, now I am a woman, and I know it’s never done.

You finish any one thing and another has begun.