CLEANING UP
Sometimes you feel like cleaning up, it is a breeze,
Every task a joy, you whizz through with great ease,
Yet other times it seems overwhelming waiting there,
Just want to shut your eyes, wish it away with a stare.
Polish and shine is a pleasure, even doing the stove
Even the fridge seems exciting and every little alcove
That hides cobwebs and dust they sparkle bright and clean,
Not one finger print on windows or mirrors are seen.
Those days no one comes to call when it’s delight to see,
You gaze in wonder at how clean the home can really be,
Yet on the times that work is a pain and all around not right
That’s the time friends and neighbours come into sight.
I don’t know if it’s the same with you this strange phenomenon,
But today I feel like cleaning and I’m sure no visitors will come,
Yet if I am really careful and the home stays tidy, spik and span,
I’ll sneak out, not mess it and push stuff out of sight, a good plan.
Yet that does not seem to work either but I really do not mind at all,
For whether the home is neat and tidy or a mess, those who call
Do not mind they come to visit not to look around and see
The stains on the table cloth or many books that are floating free.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 8 February 2006