Sibling fights and realizations
Such as “our mom was a slight hoarder”
It’s so painful to still be a child
In this house and inexorably
Getting older
Efficient trips to Goodwill
In the wet weather
Slow walks to mom’s ALF
In the softening sun
Masked backyard gathering
With childhood friends
Screaming tears of laughter
At adolescent anguish we documented
Proves that even adult women with
invalid parents in a Pandemic can still be
“girls just wanna have fun”
Back at 1710 the work is
Slowly, amazingly
Getting done
One more drawer to empty
Of its contents...wait, just one more...
How did we get here?
Are we doing the right thing?
Is there any way out of this
Other than such a scary
final door?
As I walk and drive my childhood
City, spring arrives with
daffodils & cherry tree blossoms
I should return “home” more frequently
So I can break my heart more often
If that is what hearts are for
