I'M Not Snooping

What are you looking for? 
I ask my house guest.
I’m not snooping, she replies, after jumping a foot.

What do you think you’ll find? 
I ask her, as she cleans out my silverware drawer.
“I dropped a cup of coffee in here,” she informs me.
“I’m not cleaning.”

Today, as I sort through a junk drawer full of spoons, renegade Tupperware lids, 
Gum, pencils, jewelry, rulers, tools, and discover a petrified piece of toast,
I ask myself
Couldn’t you have let your mother 
stay a little longer last time?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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March 25, 2018 at 1:47 PM
Love it! As someone who receives these junk drawers as donations at a donation door regularly from people who simply can't deal with them, I appreciate the fact that they are certainly difficult messes!
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March 25, 2018 at 2:19 PM
I sometimes bag it all up and shuck it into a resale bin; my wedding ring went by the wayside many years ago this way.
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March 25, 2018 at 12:40 PM
This was a fun read - clever twist at the end!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 25, 2018 at 2:20 PM
Thank you, Michelle. I like it when people appreciate the little "zing" I like to do.
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