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Recipe for Housecleaning

I’ve just cleaned out my cupboards

And with the same housewifely art

I decided to set in order, the cupboards

of my heart.

There are lots of things I meant to save,

And use some everyday;

And then, there are a lot of things

I should have thrown away.

 

There’s always quite a jumble, and

Mixed up with the lot,

Were bitter things and ugly things,

That should have been forgot.

But there are scraps of tender dreams

A sweet caress–a kiss

A letter that my mother wrote–

Oh how I treasured this!

 

I discovered soon, spoiled, ugly things

Were taking so much space–

That for the precious things I’d keep

I couldn’t find a place.

So I’ve cast out all the worthless things

The scraps and quarrels and tatters

Of old time hurts and fancied wrongs

And kept what really matters.

 

Sinve I’ve disposed of ugly things

Each hateful memory found,

My other things shine brighter–

They gleam with glory all around.

My cleaning goes on day by day–

And I’d suggest you start,

You’ll find it’s mighty precious

The have clean cupboards in your heart.

–Author Unknown