Clutter - Confessions of a Hoarder

I walk into my house and sigh…

There’s stuff sitting ‘round that’s four feet high!



Junk mail stacks here and there…

Junk mail stacks everywhere!



Mountains of magazines are neatly stored…

In various places around the floor.



On the counter I can see…

There is no space, that is free!



In the sink, there’s piles of dishes…

My fairy godmother forgot my wishes!



Though my eyes are ready and able…

I cannot see the kitchen table!



How many plastic bags does one need?

The limit… I obviously exceed!



Although, I haven’t had a party in a while…

I’m still quite proud of my Tupperware stockpile!







Shelves of books, are another weakness…

Without books, I can’t bear the bleakness.



Crafting supplies are piled up galore…

But any true crafter, will always want more.



Closets, full of clothes and shoes to wear…

Leaving no room for skeletons to scare.



I feel a connection to all my stuff…

“Parting is such sweet sorrow” … and it’s tough!



This massive collection must be resolved…

I’m still not quite sure how it evolved!



Plenty of “time on my hands”, you see…

But motivation, always escapes me.



Perhaps “tomorrow”, I’ll take a chance…

Before I’m buried by an avalanche!



If friends come to visit and start to mutter…

I’ll say “come on in” and “never mind my clutter”!



Nina Herron