Little People
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Footsteps on the staircase
handprints on the walls
tiny fingers dripping things
up and down the halls.
Voices all in unison
calling out my name
arguing and pointing
and saying who’s to blame.
Dishes in the sink
couch cushions on the floor
clean and dust, then fall in bed
tomorrow will bring more
Those times are etched in memory
the children now are grown
but I’ll gladly have it all again
when the grandkids all come home.
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