Monkey Faces: Compilation 5/20/2022

Many, many years ago I had a house up north
the kids lived in a frowzy place, not knowing all its worth
The hubby was quite fractious, not towards family per se
but found the home distinctly packed with linens all astray
He sought a way to shock me into cleaning up my mess
To my surprise he shared the things he saw despite the stress
the pareidolia in the wood were monkeys pouncing round
His gasconade about his view I proved completely sound
For there among the dirt and dust and knots all in the pine,
were monkey faces all around, not reflections of any kind.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This poem is based on a true story. First of all, the monkey faces: One night we had been sitting talking and Bob, my late husband, asked me in astonishment if I saw the monkey faces. I had no idea what he was talking about, thinking maybe he had imbibed in a few beverages. After trying to explain it and show me, I did see them! Monkey faces in the grain of the wood floor. Second, ever since I was younger, when I get super stressed out I clean. I would clean everything and then feel better sitting back looking at an organized, clean space. Once, Bob told me that sometimes he would try to get me mad so that I would clean! We laughed about it, actually.

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