Chores (from the book "In and Out Season")

Chores

I never thanked God

That I could clean

Doing chores like mopping floors

Never apart of my dream

They never made my prayer request

I cannot lie

Until I learn the difference

Between what and why

“What” is the task you do with your hands

But “why” is the part that few understand

The reason behind your dreams and plans

See, scrubbing floors can change a man

So the answer to why I’m wiping stains

Is not that difficult to explain

It’s something deep inside, engrained

See my mother was willing to do the same

So the legacy of sacrifice

Was passed down to me

Why am I doing chores at night?

Cause I love my family

I love my family.

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