The messiest spot
In our house
Is where
My nine year old
Chooses to be

Whether it be
Charcoal pencils
Or tomato plantings
Destruction
Is left behind
In his wake

Rest assured
I can always tell
Where he’s going
And where he’s been
Just by following
His trail

Whatever will he do
When he arrives home
To find I’ve cleaned the chaos
Made orderly his disorder

©2014 Jill Baker