Dear Countertop, please forgive us!

In my kitchen, as in all kitchens, you will find a countertop. A beautiful countertop made of granite. It cleans with ease and hides all sorts of spills. It serves delicious meals and snacks. Its drinks are not intoxicating, yet satisfying and inviting. Upon inspection it is mostly clean and free of debris… all except the corner by the door. I wonder if that corner is not magnetized. Despite all my efforts to keep it free from clutter and swine flu, it never is to become liberated for more than a few hours at a time. Prisoner to mail, papers, ipods, Kleenex, purses, shoes, phones, and a myriad of homeless items belonging to those viable pass Byers if you will, dropping their load in search of sustenance around the bend.
Oh sweet and beautiful countertop, how can you ever forgive us? You serve us faithfully. You never complain. You shoulder our load year after year. How can we thank you? The funny thing here is that I am the one who should be thanked. I am the one person in this home who is looking out for the welfare of that countertop. I am the one who cares enough to lend the poor helpless countertop relief. I never complain about the burden of finding a home for all that “stuff”. Okay, that’s a lie, but it is poetic. I am the one who keeps it sanitized. I am the one who takes care to alleviate the load on that corner countertop. Is there any thanks? They never call, they never write.