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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Hey Mary Grace!
Your post is live: https://erickaclay.com/2023/05/11/a-proverbs-31-woman-my-mother/
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Enjoy your day, friend!
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I will and thank you! ❤️ And thank you for taking my post.
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