Nice and clean

Has never been

On my To Do List…

Life takes one on journeys

Many miss when the OCD

Of clean and brite sets in…

Kids grow too fast

To let dirty floors keep

You from their meets and games

Hearing their successes and

High points through words from others

But not seen through your eyes..,

Housework and clean

Like everything in life

Needs to be seen and done in moderation

As life and growing kids don’t

Wait for clean windows and made beds…

I find a dirty window make one

Appreciate the effort of a clean one…

Excuses one might say of one in judgement

As looking out ones pristine windows

Noticing only the stains or rips

on a neighbors laundry hanging on the

Line…

Doesn’t follow Jesus’s greatest

Commandment of love thy neighbor…

Wondering back trough neighborhoods

Of my youth

I remember those who were self-righteous,

unfriendly and those that never saw

My unexpected visit as and intrusion…

In adulthood I now realize those that

Couldn’t wave at a passing neighbor

And never open a door to a friendly

Visit disappeared in my older life.,,

If Indian belief bears honor that the dead

Are kept alive by those remembering them

With love…

I pray my memory is held with love by

Those I have tried to love and nurture

With my unOCD of life.,.

With little thought…