For my fellow writers…

A poem I wrote (can you relate?) while waiting for the magical housecleaning fairies to arrive (they never did). And an adorable puppy picture…another rescue puppy:) Have a great Wednesday!

A Good Day’s Work 

A quiet afternoon alone,

with so much to achieve                                                                                       

The housework calls, but once again,

my desk is my reprieve

My buried kitchen countertops

feel put-upon, abused

The hand-held vac and dishwasher

sit empty and confused

New mop and bucket by the sink,

resentful and pristine

The basket-loads of dirty clothes

that dream of suds, obscene

My fellow writers understand

why these things are neglected

A good day’s work, despite the mess…

my query is perfected!