I am looking for a poem about a lady who does all the usual household chores and then sits down at the organ. It says something about the end of a perfect day.

ah Dorrianne Laux has a poem somewhat about this topic
but not exactly-----does the poem you are searching for
have to be exactly about that?

I think it starts out : Grandma on a summer's day,( or winter's day.)
I know I have it around here somewhere, I'll rummage around some,and hope to find it.

The poem I'm thinking of is "The Ebony Chickering" by D. Laux in her book WHAT WE CARRY. Hope this is somewhat helpful.

Lisa

This one?

"Perfect Day"
author unknown


Grandmother, on a winter's day,
Milked the cows and fed them hay;
Slopped the hogs, harnessed the mule,
And got the children off to school.
Did a washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some chores,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
And pressed her husband's Sunday suit.

Swept the parlor, made the beds,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread,
Split the firewood, lugged some in,
(enough to fill the kitchen bin.)

Churned the butter, baked a cake,
And then exclaimed, "For goodness sake,
Those darned calves are out again!"
Went and chased them into the pen.

Gathered the eggs, locked the stable,
Back to the house to set the table;
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
Afterward washed up all the dishes.

Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose,
Then opened the organ and began to play
"When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day!"