Clutter

“Why are your books scattered all over the place?”

Yell I in my little ones not-so-innocent face

“Because I was reading them” she smirks back at me

“She’s incorrigible”, I tell my husband, quite helplessly.

And then, as I get ready to launch my tirade,

she moves rapidly, in a commando style raid.

Before I know it, the books are all gone

Vanished, disappeared, like the moon at dawn

All this done without a single tear or a whine

It almost feels like there was intervention divine

I look around, amazed at how pristine it all looks

and quite contrarily, long again for those scattered books.

Because, at the very moment, as I watched her clear

My mind jumped ahead to a time not yet near

When I will look around me, and find uncluttered rooms

Devoid of books, toys or her mysterious gear

And then I will wish she was there to lighten the gloom

With her mess, her clutter, her mile-wide  smile,

Teasing, cajoling, laughing all the while.

So I call out to her, she turns in my direction

Wondering what will be, the next source of contention

I hold out my arms, “Forget about the muddle,

the heck with clutter, let’s both just cuddle!”

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Raindrops

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Raindrops streak
across the
glass panes
like tiny
diamond
droplets
shining
in the
reflected
light.
They lie there
shivering,
against
the cold glass,
waiting
to be
whipped
away
by the
wind
to join
their
brothers
and sisters
on their
unstoppable
journey
to the
ground.

Melancholy

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A strange
melancholy feeling
flutters
in and around me
as I look at
these two people
who have
given me
the happiest
most secure
childhood
ever
And even now
as a grown up
the deep belief
that a safety net
always lies
beneath me.
I see how frail
they look
Their movements
just a little bit
slower
tentative
Their daily life
just a little bit
harder
to get through.
And I close
my eyes
shaken to the core
Not wanting
to believe
Finding it
so hard to accept
this new reality
Wishing
I could turn back time
for them
and just a little bit
for me.
The feelings
spill over
and
the emotions
I can’t contain
come pouring out
in shiny
diamond
teardrops.