My New House
I get up at 6.00am and I begin to clean the house,
People think I'm crazy but they don't know what it's all about,
They didn't see the place that I used to call home,
Where I didn't invite people over too embarrassed to be a host,
Just a normal semi or atleast that's what you might think,
But to me it is a palace the new home in which I live,
I would never take this house for granted so to myself I made promise,
To always look after it and keep it clean so I will always be proud of it,
So even when I'm really tired on the days I do not want to clean,
I remind myself that this time last year cleaning this house would have been my dream!
keith jeffries
Fri 2nd Nov 2018 13:37
Kirsty,
I am able to relate to this delightful poem as I have led a very peripatetic existence and it is only now that I have put down my roots, so to speak, at the age 0f 70. I value this new found abode and care for it greatly, with hours spent pruning plants and polishing old wooden furniture.
This is a special poem as it comes from the heart.
Thank you
Keith