My Krowka
far away in the kitchen
the sound can be heard
of my fairies coming out to play
they clatter the plates in the pantry
and splash under the leaky faucet
ecstatic to be unsupervised once more
hiding away in the bedroom
I lay
my problems tucked in next to me,
they keep me awake.
my sadness sits in my krowka.
Copyright © Maeve Stefanek | Year Posted 2021
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