February 26th

I hear,
“Ma’am?
I can help help you,”
as I move to the front of a line.

I see my boys
unloading the car
bags and bags
are brought in.

I sense the need
for organization.
Clear, plastic bins
will work just fine.

I taste childhood memories.
I don’t care who you are,
sticky hands
are still cool.

I feel gratitude
being able
to throw a birthday party
for my eight-year-old son.

2-26-2017