Poem: No Other Way by Lee-Anne

Governessing is made of moments, good, bad and funny. I don’t think I’d change each experience for the world. I penned this while sitting in the Arkaroola schoolroom (2000) waiting for the kids to return. While enjoying my moments of peace.

No Other Way

On the weekends

I run a little room

Organised and neat

Tidy as can be

Everything has a place

And everything in its place

That's what I say

But that goes out the window

8.30 to 3.30 every weekday

This is the time

My tidy little room goes

From organised and neat

To a tidy little heap

For 5 days it's

'Could you pickup this please'

'Could you put that away'

If not those words

Then similar anyway

Here they come running    

From a half an hours play

Pulling things apart

Causing havoc to my dismay

On the weekends

I run a little room

Organised and neat

Tidy as can be

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

(Well not often)

By Lee-Anne Bright