2nd October 2023
All Over the Floor
All over the floor,
From one side of the room
to the other,
strewn haphazardly,
lay little mounds of clothes.
She sits in the midst,
her hand reaches for
a purple jumper,
a tear falls
and she breathes out
a slow sigh.
As she always did,
with black bags that
were left on her doorstep,
she'd tipped them out
all over the floor.
It was something she always
felt excited about.
What would she find
among the clothes, the brick o back, the books.?
Always something she needed,
for the children or the house.
But always, too, an unexpected
treasure.
Like the time,
it was near Christmas
when there was a pair of
burgandy coloured patent shoes,
the sort you'd go out dancing in,
the sort she loved but
couldn't buy for herself,
the sort she could now wear to the
Christmas party with their friends.
