Sweet Disorder

Sometimes I yearn
for an empty sink
and no dishes
but my own
to fill it.

Sometimes I get frustrated
wishing the children's clutter
into the trash bin
instead of
covering the carpet
in the rooms we share.

But sometimes
when I hear
someone else's chaos...
a missing job
a missing home
a missing child...
I yearn for
missing socks
and missing homework.

For this sweet disorder
is mine,
marking this place forever.
And it sure feels good
to be
home.