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No Toys Under the Couch
By Cheryl A. Bates
I sat on the floor for a moment to scratch behind the dog’s ear
and happened to notice there were no toys under the couch anymore.
No singing coming from the bathtub after dinner or
water on the floor to soak my socks.
No lingering smells of baby lotion and bubble bath
no more stories about dinosaurs, ballerinas, or
living room camp outs before bedtime.
No hair clips and tiny toys left forgotten on the floor
to pierce the arches of my feet at midnight after work
when headed across the room to bed, in the dark.
I lay on the floor now but something is wrong,
no sudden full body attacks from a two and a half foot munchkin.
No giggles of delight from when I toss her into the air
No more, do it again Mommie. Do it again!
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