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“Home”
The furniture is worn.
The toilet is clogged.
The countertop is sticky.
Children live here.
Chocolate fingerprints on the couch cushions won’t come out.
It sounds like a busy bus terminal most of the time.
There is the dreadful quiet moment when a realization occurs, it is the sudden realization of being within the “they’re up to no good” moment.
Children live here.
The wood floors have scratches.
The door hinges are loose.
There are teeny tiny LEGO stalagmites left for dead.
Children live here.
I found a jelly bean, a piece of popcorn and a fork inside the couch cushions.
The toothpaste cap is missing.
There’s a pair of mittens over there, full of potential.
Children live here.
There are sleeping toddlers.
A sleeping baby.
Mommy and Daddy awake.
Children are loved here.
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3 responses to ““Home””
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“There’s a pair of mittens over there, full of potential” good line
Someone once told be be thankful for all that dirty laundry on the floor. I am. Its there because my house, ahem home, is full.
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it’s funny how perspective shifts over time. full indeed 🙂
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I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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