Spring Cleaning
Foggy difficult memories
Were swept under the rug
Wonderful moments
were placed neatly on
a book shelf in DVD boxes
Above all that
On the highest shelf was
Stupidest of worries
In a small box
New and bright smiles
Of loved ones
Are stringed together
like fairy lights
Fears I don't recognize
Anymore
In a photo album
Given a label
"Progress"
Sweet small and simple
Times with you
Are everywhere around
In this small place
At finally feels
Like a home
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