A poem about Housekeeping - published in a Toronto Newspaper

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