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The Joy of Sweeping
A very small girl
Loved to sweep
Could create a
Playhouse anywhere
A world of her own
One favorite place
Was under a large tree
Which gave shade from
The hot Texas sun
It was just outside her
Mother’s kitchen door
A child’s joy
Transform space
With dolls and toys
She was a tiny alchemist
A craftsman
She could gauge
The exact space needed
Still today the juices flow
When considering space
Tender considerations
Like the child of long ago
What is needed
Acumen is projected
Sprinkled with whimsy
Oiled with love
She picks up
Her broom
And sweeps away
The acid of her life
Until all is supple once more
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Sunday Scribblings #312 Prompt: “The Rest of the Story”
The Rest of the Story
You open green almond eyes
Hold me in your gaze
Ask for the rest of the story
But until death the story is not complete
We will have to wait and see
It’s been no disappointment so far
You tell me what you think is needed
It didn’t occur to me
The story would end so soon
Or would end that way…
annellannell 