Letter: A poem for all the spring cleaners out there

I wrote this years ago. Since everyone is talking about spring cleaning these days, I thought someone might enjoy this:

You zip zip zip through spring cleaning,

Never fails at this time of the year,

You’re taking out pads for

scrubbing,

And are looking at me, I fear.

I think you really enjoy this,

I can see that gleam in your eye,

That rag in your hand is pure bliss,

And all that I can do is sigh.

Mother, to you it’s so easy,

Although you are old and frail,

You clean that dirt so completely,

You’d think our house was for sale.

Irene Fortier