2.08.2012

Empty Nest









The clocks grew loud again
Their chimes echoing in the hall
No longer cloaked in the shrieks of children
the squeaks of toys
piano scales

The floors stay shiny mirrors
Although my secret always wish
I want to see just one small footprint by the door
or random flour drops
from rainy day cookies

Spray bottle on the dresser
full of monster-be-gone,
good for closets and dark hidey spots
Hurts could be soothed with a
momma song and five minutes in the rocking chair