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Hoover’s Departure


Today I lost another dear friend. Two, now, within the past 9 months. Can you guess what I lost with this here poem??


I sit here, watching you lay lifeless in the corner.


Grey cords and empty hoses border you.


My fingers itch, my eyes sting.


I sneeze, and then sneeze again.




I know you must be sleeping.


Dreaming happy little dreams, of work and our family.


You have to be.




We went everywhere together.


I never held anyone the way I did you.


No stand INS and no guarantees.



Any mess I had, you were there to help clean it up.


Tickling me, and making funny noises.


Blowing air in everyone’s faces,




and the occasional motor boat you would give the kids.


Eating up and spitting out  unwanted leftovers.


Like a garbage disposal.




Coughing up earrings and string like a robin building her nest.


Tonight, as we climbed the steps, you began to jerk.


Smoking like a hooker in January.




Leaving me with nothing but a blackened, burnt up Barbie shoe.


And…..an absolute mess.



Author: The Laundry Maid

I love words. I like the way they sound rolling off my tongue. I enjoy playing around with them like a small girl with her dolls. Except, words are more exciting and intense than Barbie's. I write to learn, and I write to feel.

8 thoughts on “Hoover’s Departure

  1. I’m really sorry for your loss. May you gain the strength you need during this hard time!

  2. My vacuum cleaner has been threatening recently to leave me helpless against so many messes on a daily basis :) Maybe yours is ‘dearly departed’?

  3. Very cute….we recently lost our vacuum cleaner as well. Heart failure is near as we research the cost to replace it. We have hardwood floors so it looks like the swifter will be getting more of a workout!!


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