on hands and knees
because i see no other way
rag wet and
the smell of cleaning liquid filling my nostrils
i move
slowly across the floor
not relishing the task at hand but
knowing it must be done
because really
who else is going to do this
yet
in my lack of relish
still i find a certain
solace
in the rhythm of my hands
in the thumping of my knees as
i move
from one corner to another
until all the corners have been reached and
i sit back on my heels
and nod with satisfaction as the wet shine of
my floor my clean floor
reflects
something
back to me
sending a little love your way, m
p.s. see what i mean??
Michelle GD 
Love your outlook on the small parts of our day. There’s beauty everywhere if we just look for it. Thanks for the gentle reminder <3
and not always beauty in a conventional sense. but, oh yes, the deeper meanings are there if we look…
xo
Oh I’m a cheater, I use a mop but you know, there comes a day when hands and knees is the only way and the work and effort is worth every single minute. I bet your kitchen smells heavenly :)
not a cheater…you’re still doing it! {and i use a mop sometimes too}
the smell afterwards is my favorite part.
And I’m catching your love right here in my hands and pulling it to my heart. You make me want to scrub my floors and believe me, they need some scrubbing.
and you make me smile :)
I will be thinking of you next time I am on my hands and knees, rag in hand because that’s the way I do it too.
the best way ;)