All Looks Great
after the grandchildren left, I checked the room.
It was still tidy and neat, maybe they had used Zoom?
I checked the computer, but the keys were not hot.
They had been giggling in here, and I mean a lot.
My daughter looked in for one last good bye.
I hope they left everything intact she said with a sigh.
All looks great, I say, and it did at the first glance.
I did not see the closet until later, their dressing room chance.
I had spent hours putting all of my clothes up before they came.
Now most of the stuff was on the floor, it was not the same.
I know better now than to let them have the room and close the door.
I cannot walk through the clothing on my messed up floor.
But then again, it was my own fault in a way.
I wanted to get to see my daughter, and talk that day.
Their hours of closet fun gave us time for that.
So it was worth it, right? I said to my annoyed Siamese cat.
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