Dishes done,
I retreat to relax,
More cups, mugs and glasses
Make me stop in my tracks
Like bathed in a spotlight,
All scattered asunder
On the counter, on tables,
on desks, makes me wonder
What evil spirit
Makes them appear,
Why do they multiply
When my relaxing moment so near?
Caked in hot chocolate,
half filled with water
Moldy bottoms
no, that can’t be my daughter’s
I gather then stack,
sitting aside the sink
I ponder, then admit
My fault . . . I think
Lazy children, I submit
Then retreat to relax
“Go clean up your cups!”
I won’t cut them any slack
It’s Mom vs Vessels,
A self-made nightmare
Every inch of cupboard space
Filled with cups, mugs, glassware
Initials and Sayings,
from vacations we hoard
Stacked high, precarious,
in undersized cupboards
Then there are glasses,
many of them old
’63 bowling banquet
some with leaves of gold
Teacups from Germany,
along with gluhwein mugs
Sparkling champagne glasses,
beer steins big as jugs
Mind continues to race,
replaying that scene
cups, mugs and glasses,
Why not scrub ‘em clean?
One last plea
As I spy 3 more glasses
“Clean up the kitchen,
Or I’ll spank your ‘lil asses!’
