For my Mother and Father
This is the household of the loverly couple
who chose to start again.
With this came the trouble
the children had to tend.
Dishes sunk deep in the murky sink;
clear views were hard to find.
Yet, there were those new-found items
which seemed to save a bit of sweat.
However, phase two was worse.
Murky being clearly seen,
neighbors getting the full view,
without the shade-they'd be through.
Darkened moments of frustration-
cleared the minds after conversation.
No matter the pay for the cultures about,
the service was doing a willing part.
phase three hadn't even begun,
when the mother went into a panic!
What a joy, what a horror,
she was becoming the guide to the tour.
wood stacked, paint glistening,
glass broken, but beautiful,
this creation was nearly through,
as more was needed to finish.
More and more.
Time and more time.
unbelieving and doubtful,
this mess would soon become functional
again...in time...
hopefully.
please.
soon.
-Isabel Aanya Leigh
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