Wednesday, October 10, 2012

...dirty little feet...

...dirty little feet...

run through this cluttered little apartment
and grubby little hands
leave behind smudged spoons and chipped glasses
until there is nothing left to drink from but cloudy measuring cups.

loud little voices
holler and fuss and fight and shriek
and leave toys and socks and crayons 
littered about ...
my living room an overgrown battlefield
after they're long asleep.

dirty little feet
slide around in a slick little tub--
washing away the tears and the sighs and the battles
that i won and that i didn't win



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