Polly Pocket speaks

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Before our crowd moved in this place

everything was clean

fresh and newly painted,

there was nothing left to preen.

The floors were finely finished,

the walls all newly done

until my son decided that

a marker was more fun.

The carpet now has stains

the grass now looks like hell

my husband, though great in the sack,

does not do lawn care well.

Matchbox cars sit out of gas

where carpet once was clean

When dropped they gouge a tender floor

and make this mama mean.

Polly Pocket's chopped off hair

now plugs the bathtub drain

She sighs, then turns to look at me,

"There's no use being vain."

One day I'll wish for graimy hands

to jack up all my walls,

I'll miss the days when "sticky" was

the most-used word of all.

And then my home will look as if

Martha Stewart did time here

I will buy her daisies

we'll sit and have a beer.

Some day there will not be water

flooding the bathroom floor

I will not cringe and want to yell

when someone slams a door.

Until then, I will try to think

of things that I will miss

Like little toddler morning breath

and a preschool goodnight kiss.