Have you been to visit people
Who keep their homes… just so?
Each room is groomed to perfection
There are ivory carpets or ebony tiles
Surfaces are clear, dusted, bereft of memories
If there’s an unwashed coffee cup
It’s snatched away with a muttered
“Please excuse the mess.”
As tidy as an executive show home
Clearly no one actually lives here.
They might just exist.
My home has a dog hair carpet
and footprint tiles
The surfaces are not dusty
because they are full.
Keepsakes, Jaffa cakes, photos old and new,
Walls are lined with books
and knick-knacks
squat in nooks.
Friends drop in
And find a place to sit
Life is lived here,
… And no-one is apologising!
Steve Blakesley © September 2016
Taid of Life 