How Clean
Today I cleaned for hours
Getting rid of mostly dust.
If I did this more often,
I’d feel less worn out, I trust.
Yet unlike many others,
Who have homes that sparkly shine,
No one would ever use that phrase
About this place of mine.
My husband vacuums every day
And I scrub when I must,
But I don’t have the patience
To move tchotchkes* just to dust.
We all decide how much we care
About how clean or neat
Our living quarters need to be
To make us feel complete.
*a Yiddish word meaning decorative objects
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
