Ode to the Clean Floor
Oh, clean floor I simply love you.
I miss you so when you are gone,
which is more often than not.
You are so faithful
although you are used and abused.
You have been tracked on with fresh cut grass;
you have been pooped on by a sick kitty;
you have been spit up on by a healthy girl-
yet every time I wish to see you again,
all I have to do is give you a little scrub and there you are again
shining up at me like the ugly duckling turned into a swan.
Ode to a Glass of Wine
Beautiful wine sparkling in my glass,
do you know the joy you bring to me?
No, you do not for you are an inanimate object.
However, you show me more love than most living creatures.
Ode to a Sleeping Baby
Sweet baby girl-
love of my life
resting peacefully with little babely sighs.
Little sleeping hands clutching your blanket
still for the first time all day.
Watching you sleeping your dreamless sleep brings peace to our house
and joy to our hearts.
Mom and Dad hold hands as they watch your chest rise and fall
afraid to move too loudly.
Because although you look content in sleep
if we wake you up,
we will have hell to pay.
THE END (and the end of the torture)