Get Your Premium Membership

Clean Your Refrigerator Day

Is today and it makes me wonder why this happens only once each year. I looked inside mine for something a year old, and found a few things I couldn’t recognize in jars behind my wife’s peanut butter, but nothing had lost its color, and no foul odors assaulted me. You can tell a lot about a person by looking in their refrigerator. People who enjoy cooking tend to have leftovers. Single people tend to have nothing, or maybe a few condiments and drinks. My new oversized jar of green olives now sits on the bottom shelf, because my friend helped me conquer its stubborn lid just yesterday. They will marinate further, but be consumed over the next three months. As we get older, we lose track of what’s behind the almond milk, until its odor tells us it’s there, or mold hides its color. This morning, I’ll take time to inventory each item to support this special day, in hopes that nobody has thought to make a similar day for cleaning freezers.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs