I’ve seen a mound of books and homework
Ever grow in my locker. My intent?
I’ve seen a pile of dirty clothes that seemed insurmountable
Sort, launder, fold, repeat
My stack shrinks.
I’ve seen a sea of sandpaper, paint and tape.
Work pays off with something beautiful.
A lovely kitchen.
I’ve met a stranger, who seemed shy
And turned into
A best friend.
I’ve seen a child
Become a woman
And bear her own.
I cannot see this minutia on my desk