My House Was Clean Yesterday
It’s a lived in home
My House Was Clean Yesterdayr
My house was clean
just yesterday,
But chaos came
and chose to stay.
The floors once gleamed,
shelves were bare,
Now dust and clutter
fill the air.
Coffee cups
on every side,
Laundry grows—
I cannot hide.
The sink’s a mess,
the bin a heap,
Crumbs invade
where I should sleep.
I fight a war
I cannot win,
The mess returns
where I begin.
Yet somehow,
through disarray,
I find my calm—
it’s here to stay.
For life’s not spotless,
neat, or prim,
It’s lived in moments,
full to the brim.
So let the mess
take up its space,
Proof of love
and life’s embrace.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Like I swear, I don't even know where all the dust comes from, lol
I have four dogs and two adult kids at home… They are not neat and prim. I feel ya.