Bags and boxes packed a haunted childhood,
Brim with tears and sleepless nights.
The snap of tape brought a smile.
Her full truck never looked so beautiful,
With its sagging left tire and busted headlight.
Maybe she shook that Christmas snow globe too many times,
Or she left her bedroom light on too long,
She knew she put that teddy bear on a too high shelf.
Even as she drove to the city dump,
She couldn't help but wish she held on tighter,
But when that glass toy refused to sprinkle fake chemicals,
That bulb of protection simply burnt out,
And that ratty stuffed cotton just couldn't be reached,
She knew that it wasn't in her hands,
Never was actually.
Summer Cleaning 7/27/11
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