poetry

Dirty Floor

marygracewriting2 Comments

Dirt upon my floor
I know it as much more

Within the scattered mess
Hidden proof I’m blessed

Dried play dough there
A moment without care

Bread crumbs careless brushed
Bellies filled, hunger hushed

Sand tracked all this way
Hearts a brim with play

While I push a broom
Do not now presume

As I cast it out
There is not a doubt

The memories I’ve saved
In my heart, they are engraved

Copyright ©2020 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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