By Laura Love
I wrote this poem over a year ago to describe and commemorate a moment that
reminded me of the “why” behind all the work I do as a wife, mother, and homemaker. It was
like the veil was pulled back for a moment allowing me to see the glory and sacredness of all
the work that goes into keeping a large family fed and nourished.
Thick, mellow sunshine slants
Through the window
Washing over our
Waiting table,
Warming the aged pine.
Red, ribbed placemats,
Slightly rumpled,
Catch the honeyed light
Where soon they will catch crumbs.
Time hesitates for me –
Allows my heart to step off this crazy ride
And see
The daily commonplace
Gilded in gold,
Set apart as a sacred space,
And for a moment I behold
The glory
Behind the chaos,
The vision
Behind the sweat.
About the Author
Laura Love is a homeschool mother of five whose family currently resides in Memphis. She was once a parenting expert, but she had to resign when she began to raise her own, non-hypothetical children. On the rare occasion that she is not preparing food or cleaning it up, she enjoys walking and birdwatching with her husband, reading, good coffee, and engaging discussions with her funny and insightful children.