This place can never be clean-

 

There is always one earring,

a nail, nail polish, dubbing,

red lego and blue tack

in a bowl.

 

A paintbrush is used for sky,

eye shadow,

unclogging a blender.

 

Dogs smell,

drinks stain,

love and laughter

spoils soft furnishings.

 

'Stay on task Mum',

the gentle melody

of kindly impatience

is leading me back

to a goalie glove hunt,

a brimming bath

or French toast on fire.

 

So I abandon the poem

on a half baked

unmade metaphor;

there are no empty surfaces in here.