Since my days are spent packing and getting ready for our moving day which keeps steadily creeping up on us I always enjoy coming across little things that remind me of my childhood.
One such thing I found today. A poem I wrote when I was ten or eleven years old with my dreams of what I would do when I grow up.
It starts off with a clumsy title.
I'd Like to Be
When I grow up I'd like to be
A housewife working cheerily
Tasks in summer I would do
Are picking strawberries that grew
And crawling down upon my knees
I'd search for carrots, beans, and peas
I'd also have to mow the lawn
And water plants at break of dawn.
And as summer wore away
Housecleaning time would come to stay
I'd clean the rooms one by one
And think the work was lots of fun
And then I'd settle down to sew
Some clothes before we see it snow
I'd sometimes have a quilting bee
And ask my friends to come to me.
I read the poem and smiled. At least one little girls dreams have come true for the most part, but unfortunately somewhere with the passing years I have lost my enthusiasm for housecleaning time. And I never did learn to really enjoy quilting so I never held a quilting bee at our house.