House Poem by tear stricken face

Clattered dishes, swarming flies,
unwashed clothes, left hung to dry.
Casseroles with accumulated filt,
garbages never thrown to a pit.

Squirming baby,
shouting mommy,
drinking daddy,
All never seem to worry.

Unlaundered clothes
scattered on the floor.
Toilets unflushed,
left a musky odor.

Oh dear mother, try to see
things left undone, please oversee.
It's about dusk, and I have a plea
when tomorrow comes, a clean house...I wanna see.