Christina, I really like this, but something at the start bothers me. I
can't quite put my finger on it
On My Knees
with a cloth, I am my mother - cleaner of spills,
scrubber of specks of dry Whiskas jelly;
smelling as a detective smells; praying for sunshine
not for myself, but for the washing.
It may be the title starts the poem, but I do that and successfully
(mostly).
It may be that here Whiskas is a cat food.
It may be the ; - too many?
It may be I wish line 4 reversed.
But I really do not know, which means you should change nothing.
Thanks.
Gary
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