Housewife

She bedraggled her skirt over the muddy floor As though she was cleaning it again once more Into the house that she had once known well Some called it a home, but she called it a hell She saw the stove where she once cooked the meals Even the bin where she placed the potato peels Into the house she walked that now is vacated Inside these same walls she once seemed isolated Up first in the morning and the last one to bed at night That was her daily routine and she always stayed quite As it was her alone that kept the family together As a wife, cook, cleaning lady, nurse and mother She thinks of the empty house where she once called home Remembering then that she was enclosed in a sealed dome She took one last tour of the house where she once survived Now the cobwebs and dirt and filth as vermin has arrived Her dress now sweeps over her ancient Welcome Mat No longer no more would she be a peace-giver or diplomat.