Knocking Down Dust

​No amount of wiping
or washing
or knocking down dust~

No amount of tossing
or saving
or putting away~

No amount of washing
or folding
or tucking inside~
can ever
unspill
the
​milk.

3.08.2014

I'd spent the day cleaning my son's room - doing more than intended,  yet it still seemed not enough. No longer a child, he was quite able to clean his own room, but I told myself it was a gift. As my body protested, I searched for satisfaction, trying to create order out of chaos, trying to reclaim the past - trying to retake what was taken - trying rebuild what Lyme Disease broke. 

But, the past is carved in stone.

​I think of my boy, shaking it off like dust on the dresser, and smile. 

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Written on March 3, 2014 from a prompt on Photo Play Monday at Tweetspeak... Ode to the Home.  ​