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
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