Once without children
no crumbs on the floor,
sinks aglisten, tidy tables,
toothbrushes aligned,
sheets smoothed,
covers neatly drawn.
Like a thundering storm they came,
noisy, disrupting, messy,
needing home and love and time
dirty clothes and dirty dishes
mud in the tub
crumbs on the floor.
Teaching and learning
smiling faces, jokes and fun
hugs and kisses, tears and joy
like a thundering storm they came
invading my soul with purpose
filling my heart to its brim.
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Again without children
drapes are all drawn
house cobwebbed in quietude
only memories abound.
Hoping to find
some crumbs on the floor.
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