I do not know what chemicals were in the mortar mix
Or what the make up of the Portland that my tiles fix
The awful smell that wafted up from sealer - finish spread.
The dust and fumes that round me rose and breathed into my head.
I am not sure what damages were done to my poor back
by lifting, moving, carrying the buckets and the sacks
And I’m uncertain just how long my nails will hold the stain
of colored mortar. Will they ever really be the same?
“Why did you do it?” some may ask when taking in my plight.
“A job not made for ladies fair,” I guess perhaps they’re right.
But standing back, I take it in and noone could ignore
that I am happy as can be with my new slate tile floor.
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