What Am I Made Of?

What Am I Made Of?

by Susan H Fouts

If I cringe at mold and mildew,

Kim and Aggie might get mad.

Their fortitude amazes me

Arming themselves with battle plan.

I find I'm hiding from the task

Of scrubbing, bleach and bottled wax.

I stare at task in disgust.

The enemy is hard to kill.

Where is my strength, my purpose still?

Helpless am I as an empty till,

No sound of change or dollar bills.

Grace, grace, I speak to thee

Oh, to be mold and mildew free!

Please Kim, please Aggie, don't yell at me

And call me dirty beggar.

I don't care, I'll rise and stand

And curse the task with battle plan.

I'll scrub the tiles, the tub, the sills.

I'll kill that scum that disgusts me so.

And make the "queens of clean" so proud

That I have risen from my shroud

Of weakened death and strength so small

To arise and to stand tall.