Unversed in manners and consideration.
A rusty nail, feeble in rotted wood
Dish towels, laundry, soggy.
“Petals on a wet, black bough”.
I give hosting my best shot
If I know in advance you are coming.
Dusting, scrubbing, shining
My gross and fine motors pay
A tax long overdue.
Guests sleep in my bedroom
Sheets freshened with lavender spray
A personalized basket awaits.
Wicker hugs filled with apples
“Stem end and blossom end” fragrant
Water bottles, clear with sticky caps.
Touches of forethought.
I may not have been a sweet child
But try to remember now.