Love this poem

The List
by Erin Hamilton Mason

There’s a list on my table of things to be done,
there is laundry to fold, and errands to run,
a letter of thanks I’ve been meaning to write,
a stack of old papers to put out of sight,
there is dinner to plan, I should get to the store,
but I still haven’t showered, and it’s almost four,
the weeds must be picked, the furniture dusted,
the vacuuming done, the sprinklers adjusted,
the dishes are piling quite high in the sink,
and the printer for days has been flashing “low ink”,
the car is on empty, the milk’s almost gone,
the light I just changed in the hall won’t turn on,
there are phone calls to make, there are bills still to pay,
my body is willing, and yet kept at bay
by the sweet little angel, his face softly glowing,
who dreams in my arms, without even knowing
the peace that he brings me, how heaven draws near,
and things of eternity all become clear:
that I am a mother, my calling divine,
of highest importance in the grand design,
and though obligations and chores can’t be missed,
holding my baby is first on my list.