Gleam

Gleam

Gleam

I was fifty-two before I had my first dishwasher
Now at fifty four I have two
It was love at first sight
first plop of tablet,
first facial in the post cleaning steam
how brazenly the cutlery shone
the glasses gleamed
and pots glowed
nothing was beyond my AEG
I’d had affairs before
I was forty five before I owned a washing machine
And love it though I still do
It does not deliver
Gleam