The Loneliness Of Clean Carpets

The Loneliness Of Clean Carpets short poem

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Once did muddy little feet tread their sweet mischief through her doorway
Giggles ran naked through the den,
marked by a trail of impish footprints
The cat nervously hid beneath the sofa,
The dog excitedly barked in delight,
freckled innocence abounded.
Herded gently into a tub of bubbles they went,
splashing under Mother’s watchful eye.

Towel dried and dressed in pink and blue
little ones sat and laughed at cartoons.
Lemon chicken and corn muffin scents drifted into the room.
Then the call from the kitchen…

“Dinner time!”

and startled awake from her dream, she was,
novel in lap….
She glanced down in sadness,
at the silence held within her clean carpets.

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Ah! the ever-sweet memories of childhood:) Thank you for such a wonderful poem:)


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