Ode to my Hand Vacuum

The crumbs scatter on the hard wood floors,

the leaves blow in from the opened doors.

The dirt tracks in on many feet,

someone drops another treat.

The laundry room floor is a mess,

with cat food, litter, and fur that spreads,

throughout my home, into every room,

Until I pick up you, my trusty Hand Vacuum.

You have great powers, and many strengths,

you don't shy away, and you go to great lengths.

You pick up the dust, the dirt, and the fur,

even the leaves from the opened doors.

You put other hand vacuum's to shame,

I won't even mention their names.

You were my gift, last Mother's Day,

from the children who cause all the messes with play.

Some might think it strange, how I love you so,

but others will not, because they too know,

how important it is in the messes of life,

to have a great vacuum, it lessens the strife.

So thank you my friend, for being there,

when there is another pile of hair.