Francy Land: July, 2006

July 11

The garbage dump from my daughter's room

The smell of stinky gym socks from my son's room

And short-sheeting his bed, after all, what are mothers for?

The odds and ends both have outgrown,

but cannot bring themselves to part with

Rearranging and kicking up the dust in my room

Then dusting the dust to another place out of here

Sorting out

Clothes not worn in over a year

Unfiled papers from their falling over stacks

My 'stuff' from my 'junk'

My memories

Books that collected dust on the shelf that I have read

but cannot bring myself to part with

As if all this

Sorting

Cleaning

Rearringing

Dusting

Will make me

A new woman

All spiffed up and

Ready to tackle life again