Kindred Spirits

 

Kindred Spirits

I give my daughter, age one
who can draw better than walk
a pad of Post-its,
the tiny ones.

She crayon-scribbles
strange designs
and peels from pad
to place on walls,
on books and boxes of cereal,
under the toothpaste tube,
inside boots.

A year later, moving out,
cleaning up,
behind the clothes dryer
I find a mouse nest
woven of grass, of dryer lint,
lined by her Post-its
gathered by mice
for their gallery
of delight.

……

From my book buck naked is the opposite of hate.

First published in Your Daily Poem thanks to editor Jayne Jaudon Ferrer

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