Footprints

Mealtimes are so quiet now,
they used to be a riot!
and every week one of you girls 
was trying a new diet.
The bandwidth never varies here,
not now that you are gone,
and no one’s locked the cat upstairs,
or left the straighteners on.
The laundry room is silent,
not enough here for a load,
and no one’s dragged me from my bed 
to see an “Awesome Toad!”
There are no school bells to dictate
my every day routine,
and I can just procrastinate, 
when I don’t want to clean.
I’m not saying that I miss you, 
life was messier before,
I just can’t bring myself to clean your
deodorant footprints from the bathroom floor…

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