well, it wasn't me i wasn't here
i was there among the bric a
brac that controls most lives
the tree is down, the food is
gone, the yard is cleared and
the children are off to their be-
loved grandparents who only
see them on holidays & special
occasions - none of which i
ever want to be part of - it is
simpler to stay and clean up- i
like it - little conversation, less
eye contact and many cups of
coffee later and it is all as it was
meant to be - clear of clutter
a poetry of sort for the home
i used to call mine and now
visit from time to time to tuck
my children in to bed and let
them know that they are the
reason for my visit and for my existence
