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Someday in the future

I'll get my life-long wish.

I'll look into my sink and find

Not one soiled glass or dish.

My floors will all be spotless,

And I'll wash just once a week.

Then when I go to bed at night,

I know I'll get some sleep.

There won't be smudges on the wall,

Or a careless streak of dirt.

And I won't be bound by endless chores

That cause me toil and hurt.

I'll get into the tub at night

And there'll be no piercing cry.

I'll really take a nice hot bath,

Without threatening a life.

There won't be spitballs on the walls,

Or a lost shoe on the roof.

There'll be no refereeing fights,

Or, "You better tell the truth!"

Maybe then I'll get some rest

If I'm not too old to care,

Perhaps I'll even find my brush

When I'm trying to fix my hair.

I'll wake up in the mornings

Without a great stampede.

And no voices will be calling,

"Mama, what do we got to eat?"

It's all that keeps me going now,

When everything turns sour.

But I wonder how I'll fill each day,

With all its empty hours.

The crumpled, pinched-off dandelions

Won't be resting in the cup.

There'll be no sticky faces

For a kiss all puckered up.

I won't hear then how great I look

In a dress that's much too small.

No one will be there telling me

I'm short, as he grows tall.

There'll be no unexpected hugs,

Nor pats of little hands.

But I'll have roots wound round my heart

As tight as iron bands.

No on has asked my option,

No permission did I give,

But my heart tells me that I'm "Mama"

For as long as I shall live.