The Kitchen Floor
I walk on it daily and I do not know
How it gets so dirty each day, that's so,
I wax it and sweep it, and low and behold,
The next day it looks like it has a " mold " ( just kidding)
Crumbs come from nowhere, and spills too,
They seem to appear in difficult spots for you,
I try to leave it spotless when I go out of the room,
And on the side of my refrigerator I store my broom.
I know that by nightfall I need to sweep the floor,
It is a repetitious job, I do more and more,
The kitchen floor has a life all it's own,
I wish it would stay clean all day long, I moan.
So each day I sweep and clean it up again,
The kitchen floor is the place I am most, Amen,
With cooking and washing dishes, I live in it a lot,
When I am really tired at night in the sink I might leave a pot.
Kitchen floors are necessary, but they sure don't stay clean,
It's the most important floor as you are in it a lot I scream.
Anne R. C. Neale is 85 years old. She taught outdoor education for 20 years. Anne still works at school as crossing guard. She has sent six free poems daily to 165 people for the past 18 years. She been writing poems since the age of 8 and has all of them in albums. She resides in New Jersey .