I left a comment on a friend’s blog post and he wondered whether anyone had ever written an ode to a their Cleaner. I thought about it briefly, because I love to rise to writing challenges. But writing an ode didn’t appeal, and I immediately decided I was going to write an ‘Acrostic Poem’ to my Cleaner.
And so once I had some time, earlier today, that is what I’ve done, written about it, including an Acrostic poem today to Debra, who is my cleaner. I haven’t known her for very long, but it feels like we’ve known each other for ages, in good ways!
This is the poem I wrote, and some more details:
An Acrostic Poem to Debra, my wonderful Cleaner. I have written this poem in response to a comment from John Malone on his blog, suggesting I, or someone, write an ode to their cleaner. And as I wrote first up, I can’t resist a writing challenge! But I’m more interested in more Short and Sharp poems, rather than odes, which can be quite long, I think, and so have gone with An Acrostic Poem. Acrositic Poems can be quite short.
Here is my Acrostic Poem, Debra:
Dust disappears, and dirt dissolves
Everywhere she’s been, order reigns –
Beautiful person, I’m loving her here,
Relaxed that she fits in so easily & well,
And thrilled my cleaner is now a friend!
In the piece that John wrote, he talks of how he spends ages making things clean before his cleaner comes, and I have to admit, I do the same thing. Other people on his blog post confessed to doing the same thing too. Even though I know Debra is going to clean things up better than I ever will, I still do a little bit of tidying up …