Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 38,088 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Domestic Bliss - Poem by Andy Brookes

Getting in from work
I was greeted,
not for the first time.
with bath towels
strewn across the bathroom floor

a pair of pants and some socks
dropped by a careless hand,
behind the bedroom door.
dresser drawers left half open
and untidy.
wardrobe door hanging open,
a mess.
the bed unmade

the kitchen still had
breakfast things in the sink
coffee stains on the workbench
with a liberal sprinkling of sugar
and an artistic splash of milk.
I sigh.

What's for dinner, I'm asked
by my other half.
feet on coffee table and
sport on the TV.
I sit down smile and say,
whatever you're cooking.

Topic(s) of this poem: home

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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