Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Messy Floor

I feel so silly sitting on this messy floor,
I should be cleaning the house (once more).

But how do you say "no" to eyes so sweet,
When across a messy floor they happen to meet?

Everywhere I look, toys are strewn around,
Not a trace of the floor can even be found.

To see a smile from my little girl,
I put on hold the rest of the world.

While she's sitting on my lap, relaxing against my chest,
Of all the places to be, I think this messy floor is the best.



originally written September 28, 1998 for Kaitlyn

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