a poem by Maria Jane
Polishing Parts of a Tea Set
I scrub the groans
Achievement made
With the small innocent cloth
Scrubbing franticly
Scrub
Scrub
Scrub
Small light flashes,
As the pot glints in the light
Is it a blessing from God
It seems to be joyful
Alive
With lightSilver like foil
Or crystal
Shining like stars
Glint
Glint
In the light above
Shine
Shine
Like the god aboveSweet smell in the air
Polishing achievement
In my hairSmile on face
As I stand back
In hope,
That my boss
Will congratulate the flint in its new coat