Rhythms of Renewal

In corners where dust bunnies play,

Under beds where shadows lay,

I roam with mop and broom in hand,

In my humble, cluttered land.

Sweeping floors, wiping walls,

Echoes in these empty halls,

Each speck of dust, a story told,

Of days gone by, of young and old.

Windows smeared with fingerprints,

Memories of playful hints,

I polish glass till it gleams bright,

Letting in the morning light.

Amidst the chaos, order grows,

In the dance of hose and clothes,

Fabric waves in scented air,

Whispers of the care I bear.

In the hum of the vacuum's song,

Pulling dirt and grime along,

There’s rhythm in the routine task,

In the peace and calm I bask.

A house of rooms, once filled with mess,

Now stands in quiet, ordered dress,

A sanctuary, clean and clear,

Reflecting love, from far and near.