Saturdays

A Poem by Jenni Bailey

Saturdays were Cleaning Day
If I had a say:
There’s much more to clean:
The house had a dirty scene

The rooms took more than brooms
The walls silenced all the calls
The mop wasn’t going to make it stop
The vacuum cleaned up the dust, not the broken trust
There was pledge, but it didn’t stop a ”family” from going off the edge
The ceiling was covered in stains, it also covered the fact a family going in each other’s lanes
The doors and knobs needed sanitized not just from germs, the activity with the doors needed to be realized

The house was dirty, I agree
But much more than what you could see
It was more important clean the visual mess
The audio cleanup was just a guess

There was no Cleaning Day for that
Parents turned their backs
The children were left to wonder
No one saw us going under