Returning Home Late - Poem by Rasma Haidri
There is girl clutter on the floor:
hairbrushes, ribbons, plastic glitter
Don't touch a thing.
There is nothing to put away,
no such place as away to put things.
How perfectly your daughters
have left evidence of their abundance.
Go to them. This is the beginning
of the painting, in which they will show you
who you are.
(first published in The Pocket Parenting Guide, Puddinghouse Press,2000)
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