The last day of the
school year finally came and went
All the rooms packed
up in plastic and tearful goodbyes offered
As off to their homes
the children were sent
No fanfare at home,
just birdsong and gentle breezes
A quiet house, a
tasty lunch, then start cleaning up the pieces
Of the evidence of my family’s habitation, as I had inclination
Tidy this corner then
that one and wash a few dishes
Sitting, resting, and
reading
Ah, those are my
riches!
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