THE THIEF IN THE NIGHT

I sneak into your house when all is dark,
the children tired from playing at the park.
I arrive as the Biblical thief in the night.
Am I your savior? The term doesn't seem right.
I use my swiffer to clean up your dirt,
do the laundry, iron your shirt.
The baby starts to fuss. I rub his back.
You awake in the morning, snap our of bed, because sleep you did not lack.

Mrs. Roomba has a silencer, just like a gun.
She twirls through your house to make cleaning fun.
I wipe the shelves in the refrigerator. Before dawn I depart.
I want to leave you better than I found you. I hope I have a good heart.


P.S. Please remember that the "I" in a poem is not necessarily the poet.
I have yet to sneak into a house and clean it in the middle of the night.

Another postscript added after reading some comments: This poem is not one of my better efforts, but the idea popped into my head so it had to be written. I love the concept of helping people without them ever knowing I was there. So many people turn down offers of help. I used to turn down those offers. Then I broke my back in five places. Now I'm extremely grateful when someone provides assistance. 

The major theme of the poem is really kindness. I've said for many years that it doesn't cost us anything to be kind to people--to say hello, my! you look lovely today, offer to babysit, smile at someone with my lips together because I'm embarrassed by my bad teeth. A customer service representative for LifeShield helped me recently. He was so kind. I said, You're a gift from God. He said, You just made my day.

Words are power.