Thursday, April 9, 2015

Done with Housework (a Poem for Day Nine of PAD)

Spring break with screaming children is a test of concentration. At least they are screaming in fun. My poem for day nine is below. The prompt is to write a work poem.

Photo by Irum Shahid
Left Hanging

Done with Housework

I was your home after weary
travels, a mattress holding the shape
of your sleep. I was a refrigerator full
of all your favorite ales, a warm
tub of lavender to cradle your feet,
worn out from searching for things
to make you happy. I’ve stood here
all along offering you comfort,
but all you saw me as
was a terrible ex-