Dust
Dust if you must
I thought to myself,
picking up the knick-knaks
and putting them back on the shelf,
Company coming over soon
and want the house spic and span,
my sister will soon be arriving
with her new man and future plans,
Doorbell rings and its about that time,
hugs and kisses as I forget about the grime,
sister and new beau sit side by side on the couch,
while I bring them some beverages to quench their mouth,
Pretty soon the heat in the room was way too much,
so I turn on the ceiling fan right above,
with dust particles flying in everyones drink and hair,
it looked like it was snowing blowing around in the air,
I quickly turned the switch from on to off,
and tried to get the dust off everyone with a cloth,
quickly apologizing I vacuumed around in a rush,
wishing I hadn't forgotten about the ceiling fan dust.
3-19-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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