Housework is not one of my favourite occupations and I have a poem by Rose Milligan to remind me of this pointless task. But it does give me the opportunity to really look at the overlooked – to reacquaint myself with the special objects I love, such as this jug.
Dust if you must.
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed?
Ponder the difference between want and need.
But there is not much time
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
But the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes,
the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come round again.
But bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.