How carefully I polish cracks
Each winding marble stair
All a facade that’s meant to hide
Stains in her underwear
Which counters the impeccably
Dressed woman she’s to be
Behind the doors of messy rooms
That only I can see
Papers, clothes strewn on the floor
As if by one deranged
I put each color coded
Alphabetically arranged
In massive walk in closets
To the space where they belong
And the stiffened towels washed
I dare not touch with tongs
And in the bathroom garbage piles
On top of which does rest
The countless negative results
Of her pregnancy tests
And in the den a stack of bills
To be filed or shredded
An accident yet I take in
The sad state of her credit
And in a strange turn of events
I tell her I did find
An earring on his bathroom floor
She says “that isn’t mine”
But steels herself then to complain
Of rings still in the tub
A spot of lint left on the floor
A toilet not well scrubbed
And so peers down her nose at me
That condescending look
Although perhaps that all will change
When I publish my book
Great storytelling in this. The continuous flow was excellent.
I also enjoy learning new things about you. I’m assuming you held some sort of maid position? Unless this is another one of your totally made up (always awesome) poem.
Just dying to hear the answer to this one….
Actually, I have never worked as a maid. I was inspired by a book I was reading where the main character did worked as a maid for some local debutantes. Thanks Michael.
And Stephanie!
Ahhh! The story behind the scenes at last! I knew my son wasn’t the only one determined to live with stuff strewn everywhere!
Your son is in good company … Me!
Oh absolutely not! He’s in there with the best of them…if he’s in there with Little Miss Menopause!!
The maid may have to polish cracks and hide underwear stains, but it could be worse. It could be the opposite. 🙂
Ha! I bet Marissa is so grateful I introduced the two of you right about now. 😉
So true Tom! Yes, Stephanie, always grateful to have this man’s depreciative humor in my life!!
😊 depreciative humour? Oh Marissa! 😆
Oh I don’t think the lady will like it! Nosy maid!
Ha! Well, she can just shove it!!
Who’ll shove it? The maid or the lady?!
Alright!! I love a good Cleaning Lady revenge!! Your endings ALWAYS pay off big time. So funny because our collective unconscious has been communicating again– I have been working on a post about clutter and disorganization.
You know what’s even funnier, is so have I. After writing this one, I have been trying to come up with something more specific as to the cleaning habits of the every day woman, that is the love/hate, but mostly hate relationship between woman and bathroom. So far I’ve been unsuccessful at writing something that comes together but with any luck it will…or I’ll just write something else!!
All my illusions about how the “rich and famous” live are trashed in this poem. Is nothing sacred?!!!
… and I too am curious to know about the research done for this one 😉
btw – stiffened towel …. EWWWWW!
This was all inspired by a book I read by Jojo Moyes called one ‘One Plus One’, stiffened towels and all.
Young Marissa I really had no idea you worked as a humble servant to the Queen of England…the things one learns blogging!
Yes, and it was only years later that I usurped her throne and became Queen myself before a court jester caught on and had me thrown (not throne) in the dungeon, lest I would be ruling your country for sure!! I think it was the Brooklyn accent that gave me away!
And the fact you drove a cab and ate doughnuts!
Oh, pshaw!
I always thought Pshaw opened the bowling for India!
Oh, the sordid tales that only the maid really knows.
Maids, personal assistants…all great for tell alls.
If only you WERE the maid Marissa! These books sell like crazy!!! 🙂
Tell me about it! I’m still waiting for my lucky break.
Aren’t we all…… 😉
Tell her that you know where the dead bodies are.
This one teems with Noir uppity and downbeat, Marissa. Pretty cool work, LA style.
Why thank you Mark! Yes, I would imagine this kind of thing happens in L.A. more often than one would care to think!
Oh yes, the world of upstairs/downstairs. No secrets could be kept for long from the ladies’ maids, then or now. This was really good, Marissa, every line of it.
Thank you! Yes, the maids definitely had access to those ‘well kept’ secrets!
All the dirty and dark secrets, the maid knows them all, I wonder what she tells in her book!
Ha! I imagine detailed version of the poem!
Ha ha.. Right! 🙂
HA! Someone’s getting hit by the Karma Bus! 😉 Good one! 😀
I would make that two!
I guess that’s why people are mean to their maids…because they see all their dirt. People and things should be self cleaning.
Amen!
what book was it that inspired the poem?
It was called One Plus One by Jojo Moyes. A pretty fun read but I thought the ending was a bit predictable.
sounds like a good summer book, I will keep it in mind
Yes, it’s definitely a light reading, summer book type of thing.
🙂 The maid!! The fly on the wall!! Very nice!!
This reminded me of a story!! I hope I don’t forget it! Thank you!! 🙂
Maybe I will see it in your blog? Can’t wait!
You will! 😀
Merci
This is SO wonderful, Marissa. It plays with a story idea I’ve been tickling with. How a person’s trash, deleted e-mails, and hidden boxes play lives hidden by fancy marble and manicured lawns.
I love how you can tell a story in just a few paragraphs. LOVE!
Thank you Mama Mick! If you do end up writing a post like that, I look forward to reading it!
Ha! Ha! I’ve been toying around it with it so much that I’m considering an entire novel. I have a lot to learn about writing in general, but the little tug of your poem this morning makes me want to try. Thank you!
I would say that you may have been watching a bit of Downton Abbey before you wrote this one, but then I saw that you got the idea from a book.. either way… always treat those who clean your underwear with respect… less the poop be publicized.
Exactly! Yep, I’ve actually never seen Downton Abbey!!
Great show.. one that you don’t think you will like until you realize you just binge watched the entire first season….
Excellent. I could see this expanded out as a novel. Very good work.
Thank you!
You’re welcome. Have a wonderful evening!
Oh the life of a maid! This was a great storytelling experience!!
Thank Christy!
Hugs to you for your day, Marissa!
Always accepting hugs Christy!
I am one who doesn’t like condescending people, Marissa. I hope you didn’t have to have to go through this experience. I used to babysit, when my children went to their Dad’s house, I also cleaned houses for my babysitting clients’ parents. I liked how we were like family, then one day someone referred me to an upscale house owner. I didn’t mind too much how she treated me but on my last day of working for her, I shared my background of how I was raised. I told her, “You never know who you may run into so try to be nice to everyone!” I waited to say this after I received my check, of course! ha ha!
Oh how awful! There really is a difference between what you do and how you’re treated for doing it. If it were me, I might have been much more nasty…after I received my paycheck of course!! Ha, ha!