A Sort of Spring Clean (Two Little Girls Share a Room)

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We clean the stuff off of dressers
and out of drawers and find
we’re overwhelmed.
This is the cost of stuff.

Pictures and drawings,
cards, notes, crayon mandalas,
each one a decision.

We make piles:
Keep, Give, Throw.

We find dentist-office toys
(plastic eyeballs),
library-toys,
(fluorescent bouncy balls)
birthday party favors
(fake nose and glasses, and kick balls).
We uncover homemade books, handmade-
mixed-media-collage work, each one
a decision.

A new pile emerges:
Save in the Memory Box

A newer pile (we are desperate):
Find Another Spot in the House For.

A newest pile:
Mom and Dad Decide.

Now exhaustion,
now soccer games,
now bags and piles
lean against the walls
and topple over…

Two little girls
learning what it means
what it means to be
A Work in Progress.

Filling the Vase

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I used to stand in our galley kitchen, feet planted in tadasana,
peeling the tough skin from grapes and cutting the pulp into quarters,
and I marveled at my blessings.

Today I stand in the same kitchen,
haphazardly in tadasana,
making quesadillas
baking cookies
while the babe pops in
from the yard with
dandelions and clover
for my vase,
and then again
to say
“I love you,”
and again
with fallen
petals,
and I
still marvel,
how a boy
sends Time
flying.