I Meant to Do my Work Today

This is just as true for 48-year-old mothers as it is for 7-year-old sons.



I Meant to Do My Work Today

I meant to do my work today---
But a brown bird sang in the apple-tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand---
So what could I do but laugh and go?

~Richard Le Gallienne



It's from Sam's current favorite book of poems: