Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Difference Of Opinion

What do you think she said to me?
It all started when
She saw fingerprints on the door,
And remarked about it then.
“Mrs. Wilson has her maid
Three times a week
Clean her woodwork spotless.”
(I look very meek.)
“You never see a dirty mark
On her door or wall,
Her house looks so lovely,
Never a spot at all!”
You know the door to your bedroom,
In you rush and out,
Ready for some game or fun,
And I rather doubt
If you ever think of hands.
You’re going to play!
The door into my kitchen
Gets dirty the same way.
In we go for cookies,
Or a piece of cake.
Do we think of woodwork?
Oh, for goodness sake!
Every single one of us
Fingermark the door,
I could scrub it every day,
We’d make more!
You know what I told her?
(She thinks I am queer,)
“Fingermarks don’t bother me,
I LIKE to see them here!”

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my other blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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