Sweeping, No Weeping

I push
My broom
Across
The room.

I sweep
The floor
From door
To door.

My chore
Is done.
I'm ready
For fun.
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2 comments:

Linda B said...

I thought maybe the 'no weeping' was because you were sweeping all your troubles away, Bridget! Fun poem!

June 19, 2013 at 4:10 AM
Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Linda! No, the 'no weeping' refers to my response to my daughter and her reaction of having to sweep. =)

June 19, 2013 at 6:53 PM

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