The sides of the old oven shriek in pain and despair,
As steel wool battles the years of greasy buildup
black blobs of goo stick to the sink, unwilling to give up the fight
Morning sun warms the wood floors and her feet, and
beams glint off the silver liberated from life’s mire.
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