Homemaker Poem by Gert Strydom

All the dishes are cleared from the table,
washed, dried, stowed away
and the large old table is covered
in a snow-white tablecloth,
the washing is washed and perfectly ironed
and everything is folded
put away in the closet and the floors are bleached,
where unemployed he waits on his wife
to return on a early afternoon to him,
do notice the neighbour embracing her
and he is shocked and astonished.

© Gert Strydom