Dust and Dusting

Should I or Shouldn’t I

My dilemma eternal –

Before my brain could even wake up,

My wifely duties foretold

Yes, of course, don’t you dare –

Withhold!

The aroma of coffee, filled my home

The cozy corners

In a blur did squirm…

Mile deep in dust they affirm

“Come and get us”

A refrain they reaffirm!

The hubby, he departed,

The kids waved goodbye – as they cheerily sped,

Only I left to battle

The duster and some prattle!

I linger on some Television,

Downing another cuppa…

How come no one calls me

when I’m in need of some guppa!

Stared long I at the duster

And gave all my clutter

A long and jaundiced once over.

“Attack” said the brain

Awoken from its slumber!

Attack I did, in a slow number –

Dust went flying

From shelves, tables, books, and tumbler

all around that was shamelessly lying.

Helter, skelter did it fly

No, there was no mercy!

Once I moved, with my battle cry-

Swish, whoosh, Out of my Hoosh!

(I mean house)

Now it sparkles and shines

Till I stand seeking my reflection

In  tarnished, dusty glasses

And see not my perfection.

Reflection –

Is what I indulge in

Cause deep within

I am free of any dust or dusting!