Prompt Day seven: write a poem of gifts and joy:
It would be a gift for me
if my house could look
as good; or rather if I could
look as good as the house –
every room therein having had
a make-over. Which equates
(for me) a full massage, as
a start. Let’s stretch the budget;
I’ll have one of those every week,
twice a week – three times or
more: the full seven days. I’d like
to hire my own masseur.
Tiles: dear house – I freshened up
the areas around the stove and bench
and in the bathroom tiles that gleam.
When it comes to hardware for myself
I might recap my teeth and then take
a manicure and pedicure. But yes,
the bathroom came up retro; bunches
of the brightest blooms on all four walls.
Now house and self; the outright gift,
the biggest, most fragrant bouquet
of seasonal blooms.
For both house and self: Spring has come
But wait, there’s more! Windows
and rooms to dress, and every
girl’s dream. For myself: a truly
Benita H. Kape © 7.4.2019