The first thing I see is the computer
with a little white
post-it stuck to the corner
and a message written in my grandson's scrawl,
“I love
you a lot!! ”
Right next to it is a yellow note
where he wrote “I luv
u,”
earlier that year.
His mother worries
that his handwriting is too sloppy
but I say he knows how to communicate
and that is important after all.
He tells me my room is too messy
and I guess with the Singer
sewing machine
sitting under the romance novels
with unfinished assignments
and dream cards within easy reach,
butting up against the easel
filled with canvases
of melting colors
and swirls of emotion.
He has a point,
but the dust settles on everything
giving it a uniform look
and one day I will
pull it all together,
I promise.
Maybe one of those decorator shows
can come and transform the space
in 30 minutes or less
after they straighten out the chaos
in the front room.
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