Not anymore, but there was a time
When laundry piled up in baskets
And toys cluttered the floors.
Our mornings were hectic
Nothing ever in its place.
Keys always missing and
Lunch money dispersed.
Backpacks with homework,
Field trip permission forms, and
Last minute projects forgotten til 8.
Life was chaotic, messy; an adventure.
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Welcome home!
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It’s good to be home!
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Good days.
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They were good days; although, I didn’t always recognize them as such.
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The same as paintings – you see them better from a distance .
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Truth!
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