This poem has a little story attached to it. A Professor was coming to interview my dear friend in her home. I was visiting for a few days and although her home was clean, we both decided to attack it and make it shine even more. Out of this experience came this little poem. I hope you enjoy it.
A Lick and a Promise
A Lick and a Promise
Finger prints on bathroom mirror
Water marks on tiled floor
The hiss of Windex on paper towel
A wipe, a swipe – and all is right.
The old wet mop dragged from hiding
To perform its mighty job
The smell of pine now scents the air
A rub, a scrub – the task is done
Feather duster at the ready
Dust bunnies skulk and hide
Taunting me to catch them
A whoosh, a swoosh – chores are done.
© 2007WilmaSeville
A lady sent me a comment via Facebook about this poem. Happily she liked it but I think I understand she cannot figure out how to post comments on the blog.
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