Housekeeping

By: JANA GREENE

Maam, that burden looks heavy to me.

I know because I’ve carried it.

And sometimes I still pick it up,

when I forget I’ve already buried it.

When I remember it’s not mine to carry

I can “clean house” again.

If I leave my “muddy sneakers” outside,

I control what I track in.

Housekeep your sweet spirit,

leave your burden at the door.

Be tender with your heart,

it’s been wounded to the core.

We can lift the heavy things,

Sometimes we all must do it.

I’ll carry yours

if you help carry mine,

and together we’ll get through it.

Yes, together we’ll get through it.