In my home
Two mountains tower,
Formidable, daunting,
Hour by hour:
Sort the colors,
Wash, then dry.
Fold, put away,
The first mount is nigh.
Another mount,
Another feat:
Set, eat, clear,
Scrub, dry, repeat.
They vary in size
From small to tall,
But rarely
Never there at all.
I dig and dig;
They grow and grow
Sometimes fast
And sometimes slow.
Sometimes one,
Sometimes the other,
Sometimes
Both of them together.
Mount Dish-everest
Mount St. Laundry
Ever present
For every Mommy.
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