The window is open
Letting in all the specks and dust from the street
They settle on the floor and wiggles their way in between the floor boards
Mother won't be happy to find that there is more sweeping to be done
More wiping off of table tops
More time spent keeping this place looking intouched and un lived in
Where is she now?
Is she in the garden ripping weeds out from in between the sunflowers?
Did she need to take some more washing down from the line in the yard?
Or is she chatting to Mrs Brown next door about all the things the children need for the new semester?
Will it surprise her that there is more work to be done?
Or has she grown accustomed to finding that there is more for her to keep under her thumb?
Her mind knows where everything thing is and should be
Her hands know where they are needed
Her eyes has see everyones troubles and searched for the proper solution for each
But, where is mother now?
Where is mother?