Bob's Miracle House
by Janine

I believe in miracles -
     they happen every day,
My home is full of magic
     despite the disarray -
Or maybe that's the reason
     for magical excess,
The miracles occur because
     I live in such a mess.

A pile of dirty clothing
     upon the bedroom floor -
I leave it long enough,
     and those grubby things I wore
Just head out to the laundry,
     wash themselves and then
Hang out on the clothesline
     'til they fold themselves again.

My bed has such a complex,
     insists on being neat,
And can't abide a crooked quilt
     or wrinkled bottom sheet,
So if I leave it long enough
     my bed will make itself,
Another piece of magic from
     the little Household Elf.

No matter where I leave it,
     my towel will find its way
Back into the bathroom -
     it happens every day!
So many little miracles
    happen in my home,
Is it fairies? Is it angels?
     Or perhaps a garden gnome?

And it really is amazing....
     how I can take a drink
Down into the lounge-room,
     yet the glass is in the sink
The next time that I want it:
     Strange and yet it's true,
I know I don't return it -
     A miracle for you!

So I don't know why Mum stresses
     when things are not quite right,
Everything will be okay -
     there is no need to fight.
But it's only when my Mum is home
     that miracles occur,
Perhaps it's not the house......
     Maybe it has to do with her.