Writing for the necessity of joy and the joy of necessity...
R a s m a H a i d r i
Returning Home Late
There are girl things on the floor:
black hairbrush, ribbons, plastic glitter,
Do not touch a thing.
There is nothing to put away.
There is no such place as “away” to put things.
How perfectly your living daughters
have left evidence of their abundance.
Turn and go to them.
Do not disturb this scene they have created.
It is the beginning of the painting
in which they will show you who you are.
(first published in The Pocket Poetry Parenting Guide, Puddinghouse, 2000)